One mission beyond completion.
Touching scars by teeth craven,
Facing pain long forgotten.
Drawing images from a secret passion,
Blood-painted in a dark mansion.
A twisted wicked smiling wide,
A lunatic grin screaming loud.
Bursting into the fire maw,
Reach and catch the fading myst-plagued dawn.
A fan of knives filled with rust,
Kiss this throat, just for lust.
Driven by vampire cold bloodlust,
Sucking blood is a lifesaving must.
A blood-red oyster cult,
What in the hell demon's name will result?
Cutting teeth,
Like a red razor-sharp edge past a white silken vest.
Running free, chasing frenzy,
Throats like a tattoo on a corsair's chest.
Ha, its like a mouse-catch game,
All my victims behave the same.
I start to feel their nails on my back,
Its their dying grasp.
Foolishly thinking they could release the shack,
Knowing not this drop of blood will be their last.
Their eyes scream:
“Why meee?”
“What the fuck!?”
“This cannot beee!”
“This isn’t happening!”
“Set me freee!”
Then I hold their head,
Stare at their terrified eyes and say:
“I'm the one you call bad, but hey,
Now you know what it feels like to be the prey”.
And all they say is “please, help me!”.
How smart.
What stupid things do these humans,
When they are on the brink of their peril,
All they can do is beg for mercy to the very same devil,
Who is ripping them apart.
But there are ones,
Strong and stalwart,
Who laugh in the face of Death,
And Death laughs them back.
And their biggest joy is when they know,
There’s no such thing as an end row.
And all they do is advance to the next level,
Where everyone they loved and lost will be present.
As of me,
I’m just part of the messenger fleet.
I just help them get where they will finally see,
What are they really meant to be.
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