Prey.

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I've done it again,
Yet another broken spirit wandering,
Because of the slicing words,
From my ice-ridden heart.

I actually did like that one,
And maybe he survive,
But not even the warmest soul,
Could escape the icicle cage,
Caused by my frosty touch.

I don't bother,
Looking into his eyes,
Because those former shiny greens,
Have faded to a lifeless gray.

Across this room, I smile
But this dreamboat does not know
It's a sad one,
As my finger tips eagerly itch,
For its new prey.

Little does he know,
Even my most gentle caress,
Would harshly grasp his vulnerability,
And thrust him into his personal     
soul sucking hell.

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