Someone New

Polished talking to the motives

only motioned for destroying 

a sole artifact that 

is the demise of me.

Crossing routes with

the vile eyed

chief of evil that thrust

the hare out the 

way in the barrel of the gun.

Inhaling 

the death that comes 

naturally, while twisting in places 

as the sex palace, come crashing down, and 

Pushes the button 

and open your 

eyes, licking the wounds of your bloody cuts 

Hmm 

Can

You

Handle 

Me?