In shadows where the silence screams,
He feeds the dark within my dreams.
A twisted thought, a cruel delight,
Lust and death entwined in night.

"Stop," I beg, but he won’t relent,
His hunger deep, his mind is bent.
"Then I'll die," he dares declare,
If I deny what’s in the air.

A hunger sharp, a hunger vile,
It drags me closer, mile by mile.
No love, no light, just bitter need,
A poison spread on which we feed.

No soft caress, no gentle plea,
Just bodies chained, both wild, yet free.
In that dark dance, we both pretend,
That death could sever, but it won't end.

The lines are blurred, the rules ignored,
Where lust and death are both adored.
A secret pact, a dangerous game,
In twisted pleasure, no one’s to blame.

-fir.m