An Appetite for Monsters...

Poison Poison, dripping on the tongue soaking in the flesh crawling through the veins possessing the body reaping the soul waiting inside... waiting to be caught red-handed. Hate, a poison I know too well, gripping my heart sacking my defenses and throwing them into the river. Hate ignites my passion turns lover to monster turns monster to lover and all the while I drink in the crude oil. This raw token of evil. Its malice is like the claws of a lion hidden waiting like poison suddenly they thrash! Peace is cut to pieces. I once had an appetite for lovers. Now, I only appetize the monsters.

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