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Monster
What makes a monster I dare not say
For I may scare you away
I feel it welling up inside
The monster I cannot hide
Silent screams of ache, ache
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim
Fresh meat for carnal desires
You are forever mine
my sweet stupid Reek
Eyes the color of dirty ice
Skin as white as
the driven snow
the predator approaches
There are lambs in my garden
Muddy and screeching,
Vile and pleading.
Burning bile inside my throat,
Delighting with their flash of hope.
They’ve lost their legs,
And I've plucked their throats.
A kiss with a battle of lips and broken teeth
Bleed for me, my sweet.
Smear your crimson across my lips,
Let me lick it from your fingertips -
A whisper laced with poison
My fingers drag lazy circles
around jutting hipbones
The questions I ask are simple
the answers so complex
Will you still hold me
when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same
when you taste their blood?
you feel it flowing against your lips
So crimson red and sweet
Your answer is always
irrevocably
infallibly
Yes