Monster

Darkness is seducing me;

The Night unholy matrimony seeks;

The Moon a devilish love affair;

Bloodlust is in the air…

I hear the beat of the savage drum–is it real, or is it the heat of my blood?

Pounding, pounding in my head, a tattoo fit to raise the dead;

My teeth, all sharp as hate, my tongue, swollen, they salivate, thinking about your rape;

My jaws clamped around your throat, ripping, dripping, that is my hope…

Who is this monster that is me?

From the cover of a darkling forest canopy, my wolfish eyes, fever-bright, gaze at a midnight sea shining with a starry sheen;

There is no more beautiful sight than the landscape of my insane mind…