"The Vial in the Cabinet"

Just because me eyes have holes,

It doesn’t mean they bleed.

Just because I steal the souls,

Of the silent, damned believed,

To not understand,

That they’re the victims in need.

Doesn’t mean I received.

Just because your fingertips slip,

Across an icy, chilly smile,

Doesn’t make your blatant,

Blood drip,

Into a clouded vial,

And it’s filling to the clear,

Still cold, though, is your smile.

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