Damien

The imprint of your lips now I own
I stole the glass you sealed it on
Strands of your locks am itching for
This hunger can not be suppressed anymore
Your image conjures up
Dark sensations in my soul
My mind can not resist the thought
Of you in all your scarlet glory
I can not seem to control the monster you make of me
This Tuesday is the night that it shall be

The air still holds your fragrance
But my ears hear your screams
Is it strange that I do not want the screaming to stop?
Or is it strange that your blood still stains the ground
I can still feel you slither in my palms
It took me over an hour to tape you down
Did it hurt when I rode you real hard, made you spread for hours?
Did you not want to part away from the hair on your head?
You kept moving so much when I tried to burn it all away
Why did you not smile even once for me?
I etched your body with my name, with my knife
Did it hurt when the silver ripped through your skin?
I can not let go, you are my victory
With me forever you shall be
But in flesh just fleshes not form.

I smile looking at you
Preserved for me till eternity
Held together in my old wooden trunk
Little little pieces of you.
Crick crick circk
Sitting in my rocking chair
My basement ablaze with the familiar voices
My soul awakened my the same old itch
But you were suppose to bring an end to this
You were the cure bitch
You were the answer the one who would quench the thirst
I can not seem to control this being
The man that dwells in me
I need to nurture him
I need to succumb to myself
Tick tick tick
Its time to unleash the monster within
That Tuesday night did not end it
It was just the beginning.