Frenzy

Oh, the ways I almost killed you,
My forbidden lust, my newest want,
My unsuspecting predator turning prey,
Mister Minimum Effort, man on my mind --

I held myself from grabbing your arm
To pull you closer and into me,
Pheromones pulling me into
Your stiff radius of sexual frustration.

Did I want to hold your hand?
No, but I wanted to smell your neck,
To kiss and taste it, to bring up your
Energy, desires before the final bite.

I wanted to feel your veins, your muscle tear
As my teeth bore witness
To the fate you had decided for yourself,
Your blood, lust, soul in my possession.

I wanted to touch your face, your chest, to play
With your fear, your guilty wide eyes as I
Asked you to hold me, but just so that
I could watch it leave as you collapsed.

I wanted to put my hand around your neck,
Your blood pumping into my fingers,
Terrified as I started gentle, then squeezed
A little harder and longer than I should have.

To see the light leave your eyes as I kissed you,
Forcing all of your essence through my tongue,
Turning your measly, cowardly blood into
Just a memory of being alive.

I wanted to tease you into bed with me,
To effortlessly slide you inside of me,
So that I knew you would finish the best way
For me to taste every drop of your life force.

Watching you collapse as I overworked every
Inch of your crumbling, mortal body
Under the weight of my thighs...
It never would have satisfied my hunger.

Narcissist

Read me like a book
Your eyes pierced my soul
As a spider faintly crawls
Under a wooden door frame

But the more words spoken
The more you grew,
Your soft skin crawling
Into human upstanding

Shifting, reading, waiting
Your never ending thoughts
But no guilt, no conscience
To brush your hunt aside

Your viscous, umber venom
Dripping on the carpet
I had laid out to marry on
With no mind to stop.

Remind me that I let you in
Remind me this was my doing
Innocence you feigned upon
Your shifting, smug smile

Tell me that I'm wrong
The way you dance,
You flirt, you charm
Is not for your amusement

Roll the dice, poke the bear
Forget that I am something more
So I may come to conscious
Once you are faced away

Player (One)

The lies you fed me on a silver spoon
Oh, how they led me astray
Like a dream, a summer
Nighttime facade...

We were friends, yet somehow more,
Blind to demons circled about
But somehow awake, in
Your filthy grasp.

Tell me, how much easier was it,
To compete with the few
Instead of the many?
Was it simple?

The thought of your arms around me;
I did not realize how close
You were to snapping
My soul in two.

The thought of you so close to me,
My sleeping body vulnerable,
I did not realize just how
Much I trusted.

And now the thought of your touch,
Magnetic, static on my skin,
Churns my stomach, and
Leaves me cold.

The Seven

Long forgotten in age we see monsters taller than the trees,
Seeking souls and blood and meat of those humans who had just arrived.
Be it hunger or be greed, the unwritten rite to hunt with such fangs and teeth,
Or be it forethought to start such a feast, lest they grow too numerous.
Primal fear soaked in most deep into our ancestors marrow,
Keeping close and constant watch for the monsters that would harrow.
Those who had the time on the days, where the sun rose high and bright,
Prayed to the creature who born them here for salvation most true and clear.

And on one feverish afternoon they finally received an answer.
A portal opened before the sun, like a moving slab of stone,
And they looked in such reverent horror as the sun become a back lit hole.
From this yawning portal came a pillar white hot with flame.
It came to rest quite soundlessly before the gathered crowd.
"To those whose burn as bright as I rest your hands upon me,
I shall awaken your hidden crystal eyes, and bestow the gift of Magic."
Seven brave stepped to the task, hands untouched by its fire.

And as they felt the unsung song they each knew of its power.
The Pillar vanished shortly after, as the sun returned to its true light,
And the Seven fought seven beasts in turn to prove this magic would bring delight.
So, the humans gained fangs of their own, of so many shapes and severity,
Driving their foes to deeper dark while they all the while caused calamity.
And so A new age was born from this, humanity bathed in hope.
But as such things go could it truly last?
ALL humans could do, was hope.

Dangerous Game II

Watch me gaze upon your
Tainted, viscous fluids
You had once called love,
Your blood black on my

Rose, cleanly carpet.
Watch it as it seeps
Into the fabric,
Leaving no stain.

And with your dying breaths,
Remember why you
Came here in the
First place, human.

Mister Non Committal,
Mister Minimum Effort,
Dirty as the makeup
Still staining your face.

Stealing hearts from
Married souls was quite
The fun, masturbatory
Act, wasn't it?

The thrill of the catch,
Taunting you into a
Stimulating, active,
Obsessive state.

And when the gods and
The spirits judge you
Dead, will you have ever
Truly loved another person?

Dangerous Game I

Watch me carve myself open,
Guts and ribs in open air,
Baring my soul and all
For you to play upon.

I look sick upon your familiar face
Stomach pouring onto the floor
Dark and fearless, smiling
How you were taught.

Is reality an illusion, or a game?
From your words I could not
Tell if you were laughing,
Or crying, for help.

Your hands reached for my heart,
Sliding easily through flesh
With desire and charm
And determination.

Blood from lack of breathing fell
Upon your soft, wanting skin
My eyes full of realize, but
Yours on the treasure.

Emptied of light, of conscience,
Your thickly drooling gape
Insisting this would help,
This hunt of me.

A world of crimson blurred around
Your pitch black shallow eyes
Upon my very love you'll
Never understand.

I can finally spot the light in hand,
Taken as an edge to myself
Now turned and used to
Free your blood.

The viscous venom upon my carpet
I had once laid out to marry on,
Seeping, poisoning me
Away from him.

I stick it in once more, your sickened
Nerves cut like hairs unfolded,
Yet within, there is naught
But a single spark.

I turn, the fresh breath of what I've done
Seeping into my drowning lungs,
Tingling my endings
Into feeling again.

Isaiah Solace

Your darkened gaze upon your enemies,
Your victims, your nemesis;
Eyes of night with olive flesh,
The craving hit me first-

Second, the whispering moon
Screaming at me to move;
To say anything to your
Strength, your speed, your heart,

Your determination;
So quick was your charm in third,
Ensnaring, wrapping me
In your dangerous smile-

Your gift unto no one else,
For myself alone to love,
To yearn, to question still,
If any of us was truly real?

Your succor, sweet kiss
'Neath the moonlight timed just right
For your soon departure
Left me without question.