I watched the blood
of your wounded soul
saturate many a page

A feast to mine eyes
it's poignant demise
awashed in pain and sin

The merest taste
a violent addiction
raping your dire dreams

I am the beast
stalking your sleep
lured by this bloody trail

Laid bare is your flesh
wonton of my caress
my lurid, poetic wh*re

And by dawns awakening
I'll have had my fill
but come the night
I long for you still


*where a mere comment can lead with a wicked mind viciously twisting thoughts to do ones' bidding. <!-- s:twisted: --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/gear_evil.gif" alt=":twisted:" title="Twisted Evil" /><!-- s:twisted: -->