KissKnights march into the darknessMore Like This
Inquistors question human morality
Sweetly mothers tuck in their children
So into the night do our lives go, no veil
WolfWherefore is thine spirit? Tis not to be found.More Like This
O'er on the field lit brightly by thine wandering moon.
Lupus howls, is heard twine thine world and ravages 'round.
Fools rush forward, ne'er seen only to be heard warily too soon.
InfectedInside, writhingMore Like This
Now a seed planted
Forcible changed inflicted
Erogonous elation in exclamation
Cries of ecstacy and pain, flesh in twain
This body writhes with the tides, a mirror snaps
Exhalation of relief, this transformation is complete
Damnable by dna, I surrender to this and find my peace