He wakes up and smells lust,
His prey sleeps threw the night.
His past is present and plus trust,
Hearing my stomach roar he gets hungry.
So he slides to his victim...helpless and unconscious or just sleep he wraps his hands around his mine.
Thoughts come to mind..
I-I-I tried and tried to stop the past from taking my life
But it's too late I'm eating my victims mind and I fight and fight.
But I've done this before I'm numb to the fight.
My tongue has touched what my soul likes as he turns over.
I'm covered in regret tonight.