Tracing the lines) I’ve written many...
Of the countless accounts, pen and paper...

So emotional and surging, that u could feel your
stomach acids eating the lining from your stomach...

Deceit burning in my stomach and churning
grabbing the epitome of desire and yearning...

The wind howls like a shrieking banshee
the night thick and muggy, misty...

Macabre dreams of horror disguise
the fleeting beauty within your eyes...

Carving out my diary just for you
upon my arm so you know its true...

Spills of blood run down my chin
sweet marrow dripping in my sin...

My body curls as sharp pains run along my spine
fur bristles and grows and a long tail twines...

In my own bitter sorrow
I wrench at your detachment...

Where tears streak our cheeks,
we weep under our masks...

I spiral my pen across the page once more
imaginations and realities ready to explore...

The warm depths of your eyes hold me raptured,
Enchanting me in your wrapping embrace...