Machine Blood

Nearing the days departure
Upon streetlights awakening
Pumping such machineblood
Fast into her steel veins cold
Crystal gaze, formal camouflage
To everyone, she's unassuming
Ancient eyes, turning on, locking in
With her, prey will always be prey
They never fight or take flight
She waltzes between their rhythm
Two shots, no second shooter
In her hands they drop like flies