Murderous mania, 3 o'clock lady. Sing.
Tune of tiny thoughts. Blue bulls. Running errands.
Stating the stainless blood. Fluidly fragile.
Inter-locking inwards. Like... knuckles...
And fingerless fans. Of the me, and only...
Blue bull, running... through...
A sick parasite, in the belly. Of all deceases.
Prepared piercings. Stab, stab... stabs, blue bull.
Blind and belly, reflexes of red.
Mania, running and dripping. Drop, drop... drops.
Trail of marketing. Market and maulings.
Cheerful center, inter-locking inwards. I truly...
Am, a boy younger.