How to describe such a blood lust as this,
When hearing the preemptive breaking bones,
And the smell of flesh with a burning hiss,
As self-control vanishes in your moans.
As I return to some normality,
I feel very little of sense of care,
But I recall the sheer banality,
And I wish you farewell without a prayer.
You gave me inspiration for my deed,
And your eyes do slumber deep within mine,
Not everything has meaning and a seed,
As some things are just sitting in between.
Your hair limp and flopping from side to side,
As your corpse does sing of the mornings past,
And I walk, footprints of blood in my stride,
Forgetting the words you selected last.
