In this, my dead state
Can no longer masturbate
Nor coagulate
My cold hands, cold heart
Wrap her throat like a boa
Drawing her to me
Sylar opens brains
Taking power that’s not his
But he’s no zombie
Stars crossed and blood lost
An Angel and a devil
Or is he? Hmm, Buffy?
1 comment:
mercy, mercy.
masturbating zombies.
who'da thought.
nice.
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