Dark Poetry ~ Beauty in Cruelty

The beast walks blood stained sheets,
looking for a meal,
writhing from the hunger,
an urge for meat.

Pain migrates to all touched.
Lusting for before times,
before all was blood and gore.

Loosely holding tampon strings.
Life’s bloody bullshit.

Straining to…

Fight.
The.
Urge.

Compromising my nature.
Beauty in cruelty.

Wait in the alley.
Wait for the day.

I will… take your breath away…

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