The True Beast

I creep into you fiending your
Pleasure coming next to mine.
Abandoned wounds are bleeding,
Rotting ignorance becomes bliss.
My mind is searching.
My mind is fighting.
My mind is thoughtless.
Now you hear it.
You hear the torture.
I’m on my knees
Begging your body to wither.
Don’t you incite me?
This is not your time.
It takes hold
This image of rapture infecting you whole
Striiped, stripped to the bone,
Devoured for solace a place we both know.
A door opens to show a menace
Its primal justice for this vile crime.
So slowly she devours
(Slave)
My perfect utterance.
(Decays).
Disown this penance away
For now it’s on me.
I could not see past fury
Maintained the true beast.
My instincts rupture and the motive has no theme.
Now look into these eyes
And see the end of time.
It takes hold
This image of rapture infecting you whole
Stripped, stripped to the bone,
Devoured for solace a place we both know.
A place we both know!