Fan of mirror strikes lit
behind a Luminescence
globe of moonlight. Hidden
body shape away in a damp
entry.

Washed in blood deep
serrated cuts defensive
Wrists cut open to bits
and shreds of fallen
salmon like flesh and a

plunged dripped ruby heart.
A yawn of dark mist
disguising the depravity

Another soul an empty
vessel to the spirit
world !. A sound of sirens
a light cone searching
passing.

wet souls slapping soles
chasing, scouting for the
Ice cold Killer