walking among the living
one of the dead...
empty throughout
a killing machine...
your words your weapon
you strike when least expected
hurting those defenseless to your actions
the poisonous barbs that pass through
your lips
attach to the skin only to pierce
deeply sending its poison
coursing through its victim's veins
polluting their body
taking over the senses
until you...yourself are among the living
one of the dead
empty throughout...
a killing machine