Just another distant creature of the night… hiding in the dark,

Forsaken by the Godliness… stills the beating of my heart,

Your eyes are full of wonder; the Curiosity piques within...

I'm fascinated by your raven mane, and the pallor of your skin,

Your words are full of complements; you think I want to hear,

I’m captivated by your innocence, as you whisper in my ear…

For you to think that I should be naive unto your ways...

Will surely bring you death my child, an end to unseen days,

Yet I wrap you in my coldness, and for a time, shield you from the fright,

Still you think that I’m your plaything; and game with me tonight,

I let you smooth your words, into the air like the falling rain,

But little do you know, that my touch will bring you pain,

You beg me for just one sweet kiss, to satisfy your lust,

For my lips are redder then the rose, to touch them is a must.

You ask me if I love you, and if I could learn to care,

The pleading in your movements, as closer yet you dare.

My eyes are vast and empty, a dark sight to behold,

I turn to you in pity, as I slowly take your soul,

Unknowingly... you stand there, emotion fills your eyes,

So willing to do my bidding, regardless if you die,

The candle flame it flickers, and bathes us in its light,

You drink in my carnal pleasures, and touch me in delight,

My body sears you fingers, like the fiery pits of hell,

And soon you will discover, my secrets I could not tell,

For I am not a normal man, can't you see?

I have no hope inside myself, any hope to set you free,

I tried to feel the warmth, that radiates your soul;

But it cut me like a razor, the sharp blade tears a hole.

To hurt you is my weakness, to watch it in your eyes,

And snuff your life to ashes, so that I may claim my prize,

My loneliness consumes me, and the sadness drowns your cries,

Now its time for you to learn, what you get for telling lies,

I take you in my tight embrace, morality has no part,

Tie you up with your conformity, and start to squash your heart,

Your torture is my erotica, my only precious tool,

To make you see what you’ve become, no other then a fool,

When your body lays there lifeless, and I am quite sure that you are dead,

Ill take my gentle hands from your throat and this is what ill say.

No longer will you taunt me, with talk of better things.

With goodness and with laughter and all the joy it brings,

Because I am purely evil, a malicious pretty thing,

For crimson tears fall from my eyes, and morbid things I sing...

My voice is full of hatred, and it has a sinful ring...

But Ill never mourn for anyone or want for anything.