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Prey in my bed.

Throw back your head.

Pleasure in wave.

As purely, I crave.

Such innocent bliss.

Until my kiss,

renders you blind,

inside your mind.

Bound with chains,

not expecting the pain

of knife to skin,

as slowly we sin.

And easily I mask

this beautiful task,

as kinky obsession

of sensual impression.

So, softly I slash

and lap at the gash.

Tasting your crimson,

as you lie imprisoned.

You quietly moan

and your soul, I now own.

As I drive the knife deeper,

I am your keeper.

You scream in vain.

Blood pours from your vein.

And my mouth can’t stop,

devouring every drop.

Knife to your heart.

I rip you apart.

I deliver final blow,

as you whisper, “God, no.”

A feast before me,

as you finally see,

what couldn’t be real,

but you suddenly feel.

I steal every flow

as your heartbeat slows.

My hunger is sated

and my hell is gated.

I lick my lips

and seemingly slip

into normal state

of this ugly trait.

Walking out of the door

immortal folklore

comes to mind and to light.

I am a child of night.