The Body's a Canvas

Disclaimer: This is a poem I dedicate to the Creeper, my favorite modern day killer! This I came up with in...5 minutes. So, like my Pyramid Head One, not the best, but I had...the poem writing urge. I sort of liked this one.

By: VampireQueenAkasha

It's beauty carved in flesh,
My senses gone astray

To the deadly tastes I confess

I am saved with this genocideal urge

Screams upon my ears
My prophecy is fulfilled
By my swift wings, I bring death to you
My heart's an empty canvas
And to the body I make love,
And of lust I am reborn

My soul's a graveyard of silence

No longer a soul to suffer

I take yours to make me whole

Your body I desire

In my own body awakens fire

Take and give to me your pain

Within your dream filled heart I reap the life

Succumb to the knife, before I sleep again.

Do you see the hell I see?
Touching you makes me feel alive

And when I touch you, I die inside
I've slept a thousand years to hear you, to taste you
It's tearing me apart too
I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you

Back into darkness I will sleep, a heart filled with pain
My own mind becomes my tomb.

Until that day I wake again...