The Moon knows what she's doing as she antagonizes my rage. Filtering the sadness while you burn your stinking Sage. This does not falter my intentions nor does it give me pause. Silver only enrages my Savage Soul and beckons the tearing of your flesh with my Razor Sharp Claws. Dowsing me with Holy Water doesn't do a damn thing. Only to bring forth a Provoked Sexual Animal's fling. I've already bitten you once during the Blood Red Moon. Feeling the same as we darken the staging room. Breaking out into the Night, as we hunt for our victims blood. Gazing into each other's eyes, as they fall with a thud. The lust we have for each other, as we have no wanting for another. Satisfied, licking the blood off each other's chin. Realizing our curse of a frightful sin. Coming back for seconds, oh the gluttony it does rise. An all out murder madness without compromise. Howl with me Woman, help me speak to the Night. Let it all sink in, while we tag each other's fright. Not looking for a Miracle, No wanting of your salvation. Looking only for a hint of your sexual Frustration. Let it all out, release yourself for your eternal Damnation. Witnessing the reflection of the moon, gives way to your penetration.
© Dale A Martinez