A soul of crimson.
The creature of the night fades with the dawning of the light,
And the man returns. He screams, sickened to his stomach,
For his soul is coloured crimson, with the blood of others.
Those cruel eyes of evil and knowing, fade
Innocence returns to them, then widen in shock
Seeing that blood stained reflection
and the last glimpse of cruel delight
fading from the wolves lips
as he again hides, deep within
that sheep's soul.
The sheep once again devours the wolf
and he is banished to the dark recesses
of the mind, to await night, and his freedom,
once more.
Though it is now confined, glimpses
of its face, peak out, in darkened reflection.
The beast still lurks within.
It's eyes are dark,
It's soul, crimson.
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I am blood, I am lust, I am desire, and I desire you.
The hunger, it wells up within me. I must have you.
Now.
Let me drink you in, my dear one
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