Starved,

Alone,

But not afraid.

Hunting

Burned,

And psychotic.

Empty of gold,

The flesh on his bones,

His blood runs cold.

His bones are black,

Eroded away,

It’s love he lacks.

And he could kill,

A sin repeated,

All for the thrill.

There is no light,

A heart that won’t beat,

I yearn to bite.

I want his pain,

I want his broken,

I want the strain.

I will devour,

Savoring the taste,

I won’t cower.

Lick each bone clean,

Because I love it,

Towards him I lean.

He does love me.

He would do the same,

Just let us be.

I drain his blood,

Staining my lips red,

It spills a flood.

Just me and him,

Our corpses buried,

Laying limb to limb

Intertwined,

Together,

For the rest of time.

Starved,

Filled.

Never alone.

Corrupt,

Rotten,

But together.

Demons haunt,

The mind and body.

And we welcome them.

His are mine,

Mine belong to him,

And we eat our flesh,

Sacrifice,

Feeding each other,

And as roots surround,

They hold us,

Making sure we never leave,

each other’s arms,

Where we belong.