silver tongue
hot blade
sees the cuts
he gladly made
gnashing teeth
smiling wide
steaming mouth
with hate inside
denies the scorn
ignores the pain
laughs at the blood
laughs at the stain
pointed tongue
wicked breath
words that burn
with stench of death
blackened lips
charred and frayed
tastes like panic
from his charade
denies the screams
ignores the tears
laughs at the torment
laughs at my fears
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