Nightmare in burnt orange
Becomes restless
In evil
As his mouth opens
With a snarl,
Devouring innocence
In his wake
With blood on
His hands
And a dead soul
Inside lying facade
Devouring Innocence
Nightmare in burnt orange
Becomes restless
In evil
As his mouth opens
With a snarl,
Devouring innocence
In his wake
With blood on
His hands
And a dead soul
Inside lying facade
My Poetic Style 
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