Was the bite of corruption
Did suckle upon clean
Skin, what was purity
Lucid thoughts entered
Deep, penetrating within.

What was of no harm was
Gently turned to anger
Over the emotions, sealed
A furnace of hatred boiled within.

A single bite upon the purest
Of flesh, of skin, It takes but a
Single nick, morsel tasted to let
That which was vacant,
Now felt within.