My hunger grows day after day
All boys should stay far away
Or I'll rip open their chest;
Take their heart and leave the rest
Even though I hunger and thirst for love
I am but a raven acting like a dove
For behind this oh so,"pretty," mask
Is a monster who has only one task
To rip open, break apart and devour
The hearts of boys who do not cower
For where my own heart once did beat
Lies that which several boys did defeat
And though the pieces lay true to form
My broken pieces will never again reform
I am the one monster, the only blue beast
On which little boys hearts, loves to feast
I sound and look like a victim:You are the prey
But the prey never listens to what predators say
I long for someone to break the spell, this curse...
  
  
  
But Who Could Ever Love A Beast?

Behind her back they call her cold,
But death has taken hold
And they whisper that she hasn't a soul,
But they can't see the huge gaping hole  
Where her heart's supposed to be
She cut it out herself, she's tired of misery
She finally put her heart away
Saving her blood for a worthy day
Son, run as fast you can,
Because she isn't the one for you man
Her fire will burn you alive
Her words hurt worse then a knife
She walls are so **** high
Not even angels fly that high, don't sigh
She may cry herself to sleep at night,
But don't trust her, don't try to make it right
For the battle she fights is one inside
It's with her own demons she's trying so hard to hide
Not even the bravest can handle her at her worst
And fragile egos around her spontaneously burst
No one can ever find a way to her hidden heart
The Minotaur in the labyrinth always tears them apart
So high above the clouds, she only seldomly calls down
When she does they always trick her into coming to the ground
Where they cut into her chest trying to find her heart
Then the monster she becomes rips them all apart
For she's girl as well as a beast

What a foolish little girl
The moment you were crashing down with emotions
When he pulled you close to his chest
He was feeling absolutely nothing

As for the rose you received
Is the game of illusion to deceived
Because that is just what he is
A very kind and gentle beast

I am on the highway
To hell's bells
And I'm pregnant
With devil's anger child
Taking a walk in solipsism park
Smoking some remedy
Breathing from asylum air
And where is he?
He is looking straight through me
And his soul is revealing
Its the cold fire
That is misleading
He is fighting in his sleep again
Hugging his skeletons again
Helpless child
Going for a rage war
Solus
Walking towards the kitchen
On this toes
Taking out all the knives
Counting them
And i know he likes numbers
He looks towards the sky
And the clouds confuses him
He pours out his blood
Drawing the letter A
Repeatedly
Not even obsessively
Justified in his judgement
Him and his vanity
In an alternate reality
Out of proportion
Full of distortion
This ******
And his bluejackets
Anchored me with his diaries
Walking on embers now
In a state of trance now
Makes me wonder
Are monsters born or created?
Mortem predestination
He keeps giving me this psychic vibe
From a foreign tribe
I can't just put a lid on it
I can't just turn my back on it
Run, everybody begged me
But with the beast clothed in human skin tonight
Outside the television Screen
We are wired the same tonight
Dancing to Electro Swing by his side
Tying his tie
And I like it
He reaches out for his wooden telegraph
Can't help but listen
To Maria
And all her chants
Makes him gaze into the same tall building
From that retro piano bench
He gets up
With his hands covered in blood
Summons me by the edge
Two A's drawn on a sketch
Standing by the line
The choice is all mine

I watch you, I watch you grow into the beautiful master piece of art you are .
You're magnificent , and rare to find.
It's the middle of the night and the moon shines bright through my window and the cool breeze blows my chimes .
My name is being howled in the mountains by you.
It's like Mozart , music to my ears .
Thus passion I have ought to be a sin , because you're a beast .
But yet so caressing so passionate .
It's a full moon , you run through every mountain .
I wait and you arrive , with therefor I pause.
Panting , motionless
I gently touch your fur and stare into your red Beaty eyes .
I can't help but pour my love , I see this beautiful art work.
Not a beast but a master piece
Nobody wants you in this town , they have such hatred , animosity .
But they are just degrading a beautiful creature .
You're so dangerous and can **** with the sharp claws and teeth but instead we make passionate never ending love and those claws scratch my back and those teeth sink in my neck .
I become alive , just like you .

The monster is out tonight,
And is ready to bite,
He is looking to fight,
He stands 7 feet in height,
Not one man nor knight,
Could take him down towards the light.

One terrible day,
A brave little man had something to say,
He declared he was going to slay
the big old beast within the month of May,
Everyone knew this man was just old prey,
As he was going to meet the highest price to pay,
When that beast came stomping his way.

That night the monster was hungry,
He was looking for something crunchy,
Something oh so yummy,

Forgiveness is a wild beast
of an exotic land.
I know it. Its shape,
color, texture and
particulars of its habitat,
yet it means nothing in my
day to day; at least nothing that
impacts the path I walk
or world I touch.

It is as distant as a polar icecap
and about as much
help as a glass shard
beneath my bare feet.
This wild beast makes noises
perhaps sour perhaps sweet
to the ear
but I do not know
nor can I name them.
Daily I set out and go
stalking after it in
my bare feet and soul ache
unable yet to find it for myself
or others, I make
my ****** way along this
un-exotic, piercing path.

It is a way I cannot abandon
but I must laugh
at the folly of my purpose
for I have long since washed
the picture of this creature
clean and thoroughly sloshed
it remains in my mind.
I am left to blame the blood
and curse its trail tracking
ever after me in the mud.

Have you ever been angry?
So angry you've scared yourself.
Because for a second you saw that face staring back from within.
An immense depth fast approaching.
So absent of light the only reason you caught a glimpse was those eyes.
Beaming back at you with illumination so frightening your core began to shudder and rumble.

Crumbled down and watched this beast claw its way out.
Over rock and mortar. Through coarse cage of steel.
Those cold eyes staring down - helplessly watching.

This beast was once kept sealed.
Who gave it this key to destruction.
This shapeless fluid in motion soulless tragedy.
Black velvet drape dipped in fiery energy.
Pure hate which had been compressed for eternity.
Now concentrated and intent on wreaking havoc.

I sent my armies. I sent them all.
Countless deaths and yet I sent more.
Quick slaughter - not the painless type.
This beast they could not stall.
Thrashes of bodies. Clawed and torn.
Festering flesh flying from fallen.
Axe, Sword and Mace soaked,
dripping in warm fresh blood-pounding hate.
Shatters of armor and unrecognizable corpses.
What do I do?
It seeks me as a vessel - to be worn.
I can feel the hate changing me.
Quickly now or I'll soon deform.

A priceless beast, so prideful and mild
With eyes so clear, full of wisd'm and guile.
Nevertheless, true child of the wild:
Untamed shadow with a taunting smile.

To revel in your pride and beauty,
I hunt you down, make you my trophy,
Put you on display, for all to see
Your beauty, pride and serenity.

But when caged and trapped, you have lost your pride,
Lost your raw beauty, lost your wild side.
So pitiful it sickens me inside...

When shown that to yourself you must be true,
With parting utterance I release you:
"May the eternal hunt begin anew."