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Tearing, ripping,
Raping

I got the horns
So who am I?

Little devil
or saviour?

The spark
is there.

The flesh
still shines.

Breathing in
the dark:

Silverly clouds
of venom.

Never spoken
Never uttered:

Secret words
of poison.

Oh, why must i?
Is it over?

Yes my friend
and no.

What you see is
what you get.

A meal a day
keeps the doctor
away.

Mad am I?

Creature of
rage?

No, I'm not
like them.

Or
Am
I?

Unfulfilled lust.

Loins of broken
passion.

Scars on the body
AND the soul.

Can it be mended?

Try again or die

Or just die.