A is for my 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦, licking blood from my blades, peeling back your flesh like tissue paper.

B is for the 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 I do after a fresh kill, six foot hole damp with your blood, reeking with your rotting flesh.

C is for 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘴, respect to them, joining the group like a beast, top notch predator, pyramid princess in the ecosystem.

D is for the 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, buried and gone but we’re still here, watch your back, blade digging deep, cold metal.

E is for 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, crafting and making, bow down, you know your place, love.

F is for 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘒𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳, better run, don’t look back at my crime partner, mask pulled tight, setting him loose like a pack of bloodhounds, following your trail.

G is for 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, no time for trigger warnings and flashing lights, read with caution, you know how it is in my realm.

H is just for 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳, cross him and be his next victim, passing through his system, electric in his veins, broken pathologist.

I is for 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, it breathes off of me, growing and pumping in my veins like the iron in my blood.

J is for the 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 I wear like crimson war paint, touch them, I’ll add you to the reasons I scream in the night.

K is for 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, that’s me, scalding victims, devouring fear and pain like it’s in the books.

L is for me being 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 in the murky wood, screaming like 7xvn on LOLLIPOP, begging for help but laughing as I tug down my lids, blood running thick down smiling cheeks, cut ear to ear.

M is for 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦, committed and played, I love that game; like cat and mouse, run, rascal, run.

N is for 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭, staying up in the AM, laying over the phone, fingers flying across the screen, crafting my next bullet to load into the gun.

O is for my 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, trying to mend while ripping myself up to pieces with raw fingers from the inside out.

P is for 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, crying in the dark, at my lowest but never showing it, standing up and fighting like hell.

Q is for 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, bow down or lose your head, I’ve got a glare like Medusa, even the snakes agree.

R is for 𝘙𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘦, it’s what I was before I was changed, before innocence was stolen and my heart went black, shadowed.

S is for the 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 out back— don’t worry, it’s where I bring all my victims to be skinned like pigs and hung.

U is for 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 that I strike in the hearts of the fearless souls.

V is for 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢, picking them out one by one and bringing them to their knees, making them choke on their own organs, blade in the pit of their stomach.

W is for 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, something I don’t tolerate in my kingdom; you rise and you stay standing until I put you down on your knees.

X is for 𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘺, standing my ground and putting up a fight, never will I back down from the bloody battle I’ve created.

Y is for me 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, like a wolf’s call to the moon, loud and crystal clear, you’ll never miss my warning.

Z is for 𝘻𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴, my army is ready and made up of a few hollow-headed-brains like you.