I'm the beast that feeds on pretty,
Feasting on what beats underneath those titties,
Devouring hearts in the glow of the silver moon,
Hiding in the shadows so they meet their killer soon,
Attracted to the precious diamonds and gems,
Especially the ones inside the lions dens,
But I'm going to beat these cats with my iron grin,
I always win,
My eyes on fire as I'm high off sin,
As I take her away with with my broad machete,
I keep on chopping til she sees confetti,
She's cold as ice but she's hot and sweaty,
She breaths a mist of words that reek of rum,
We go to sleep to the birds as they tweet to the rising sun,
Another soulless life as then I'm off and ready,
For I'm the beast that feeds on pretty
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...