she didn't know it
but she had been bitten
not really by any body
more like a vision
of a vacant stare
and girating open mouth lips
like a strange idea
for a face
that caused a gnawing hunger
evoking a devils form
maybe a virus
that consumed her
while groaning as if almost human

she would wake up in the dead of night
imagining vividly
a veiled man
muscular
wet with sweat
a blood spilled mouth
raw and naked
sloping between her legs
biting her inner thighs
his teeth like syringes
with a lapping black sapphire tongue
it hurt so
but she let him
strangely she loved every second
and stroked his thick black hair
as he consumed her
and called her mommy
in a thick accent
that reminded her of summer heat
and wild groves

it happened every night
after she woke
she looked forward to it
she would wait
beguiled
her **** an oozing wound
and recite

*come sweet demon
come and eat
drink your fill
my blood is sweet

my flesh is willing
my soul is yours
do what thou wilt
on all fours

come to me
this very night
crack my bones
do it right

will i die
a long slow death
keep drinking love
take my breath

my ******* hard
bite me deep
my legs spread wide
you are my creep

i need you so
your blood **** berry
don't stop now
my **** is cherry

finish this thing
you started cruel
i need you so
watch me drool

now i slip
take it all
kisses tender
watch me fall

a dark abyss
veins run dry
hold me close
let me die

mmmm

she wept
she loved the pain
almost finished
dissolved like rain

I am SICK of this ****
The figments of everyone's imagination yet I am the only one in reality.
I get it, you want to live in a big house, have big cars, big things
But yet you are the same person that tells me my dreams of college are not realistic?
I can dream, right?
As long as I live in reality, act in reality, and be apart of reality.
Tell me again how you are going to make it big and that you will have money and girls.

There is a problem in today's society, and this is the mix up of imagination and reality.
Of course, look at that "Esquire" again.
Tell me that girl is the "perfect" image of a girl
One that you can see the ribs of the pain of anorexia, the hips of bulimia, and the fake smile of a man who once abused her.
Look at the "Man of The Year" award.
One that tells boys that you must be the most athletic and have the new. That a teardrop is nothing but a way of saying you are weak. Brittle bones that speak of not standing up for yourself.

I am SICK of this ****. I am Done.

Let me sit so close on top of you
Sliding on long and deep tongue tasting as you go
Tip to shaft savouring all inside
Lips to meet with mouth below

Music playing in full swing
Free bird from skynyrd body tuning in
Water from shower head penetrating skin
Flowing over and beneath places in between
You call to me
You come on in
Hand grabs hips as you pull within
Pushing up to wall feeling behind
Fingers wrap around tightening grip on thighs
So hard to resist
Pleasure falls wet steamy drips
Take me
**** me right!
Let's have a shower
Play with each other, all night!

I can lose *******
           everything

but

not you,
                    oh god,
not you.