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Cold One

Eyes blacker than night skies
Skin free from the cold shave
You've blood on your hands
The curse that you gave

Appearing as though human
Beauty masked deadly speed
Changing during midnight
The hunt, the kill the feed

No guilt weighed on your shoulders
No black tears run down your cheeks
Your the alpha of existence
And your the king of speech

Written by ElliotJBurns
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