Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.

Dark-Bitter-Lover

The dark was now my bitter.... silent lover –

night hid its' secrets well from others;

shadows held many like myself in tightly woven arms,

the moon with her alternating blue waves would forever be my only master of charms;

neither friends, nor companions would be found in the faces of the mortals,

only fears and allure.... smell sweet of tasty morsels;

Would many become to be my prey?

Yet: a soul still lurks beneath.... unwilling to sway,

I am still an animal, a killer – I must play;

memories are all that keep a breath,

taking grip on this condemned core: beating me to death;

these wounds bathe to pleasure their inner haughty,

evil can be impulsive and cocky,

certain there is a reason why I have been given this immortal body;

wondering this earth can take an eternity,

something calls to me,

whispers ravening upon this mind constantly;

calling through the swelling mist,

how simple human life was: I stop and reminisce.