In these, the quiet morning hours
everyone's said goodbye
not knowing that the demons lurk
right behind my eye.
Something catastrophic begins
to eat away at my soul
there are things that carry much evil
they are the oldest of the old.
And these demand a sacrifice
if I am to be full again
A sacrifice of purity
true love amongst a friend.
Greedy is my heart because
it needs another to eat
if my kind were carnivores
a gracious heart would be our meat.
And yet I'm never mean to
the apple of my eye
just silently draining her love force
and watching our souls die.
For I am never full, I die-
together in this bed we'll lie.
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