| To sit before the window watching the rain fall, it takes me away. I walk the path, through the garden, roses calling. Blood dripping from my freshly torn wounds, self inflicted careless nature, free to roam and seek out exotic pleasures. Climbing over mountains tall and broad, to find the perfect specimen that I may bury within her a Holy rod. Feelings of pain rage on, as I sink my fangs into her flesh, they are all but done. The sensual pain that I bring, makes it so that she can barely breathe. Cross bared over her heart, within an instant the necklace is broken and the cross has been torn apart. A doused floor, the rugs stained red, a body left lifeless, a woman left dead. A feast for the thing that resides inside of me, I couldn't help it, I couldn't delay, I let him out to play, I had to appease the beast. Within, even if it was through brutal, yet sensual sin. |
