Incomplete 2


He took the knife
Felt its sharpness on his flesh
A cool Visage as it drew cruel blood
An elegance in its operation

His bloody lips produced a violent apparition
A mad smile that suited the meanest dog
A very ugly thing in truth
But of what use was beauty on a killer

A calm posterior is seldom married
By an equally detached mind
Let every night prowler be told
The predator shall play tonight

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