OH SWEET VICTIM
Oh sweet victim of mine,
Come
closer child and let me feed on thee.
For I am the seeker of the night,
The desolated ironclad heart.
I am the wanderer of the moon and I am
eternal.
Tiny satiny red droplets of life-force
I suckle thee voraciously.
Slipping deeper into the chasm that is
your fate.
No voice to call out
In the loud silence of night
I see the fear deep within your soul
It calls to me like a siren to the sea.
Heartless and emotionless I finish my
feast
Your flesh my nourishment my joy.
I quench my bloodlust as your breath
ceases.
Your body putrid and decaying.
No more will I dine on thee.
Oh sweet victim of mine.
Sher Boudreau...Sept 19, 2012 (c)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for stopping by and reading my blog. Feel free to drop me a note to say how you liked my work. Please remember that foul language is not appropriate.