Mutilated Freak

I am coming to get you
and no one knows
except the watchful eye of the moonlight
that guides me.

Your immortal heart
will bleed itself dry
into my open wounded soul
immersing our existence into one.

From the womb of your creator
I had stolen you
watched and waited
mutilated myself in twisted agony.

Exposure would have been poverty
and the flesh that awaits your indulgence
needs time to heal
from self-inflicted pain.

With careful foresight
i prey on your heart
softly leading the choir
to the melody of your sleep.

Does my clawing of satin skin
hurt so much that you cry
bleed into my soul
here, dear God, let me die.