You pray for a release from your predatory nature, but within this you find it teasing at your will to stay sane, your need to feel human.
But you know all too well that the time you have felt pure love is when you see her blood pooling on the floor like a thick red wine. And in this secret life you find, a bliss you never knew, how you loved her when her heart beat, but it dripped with sin, and with her dying breath her soul is cleansed and she can defy you no more. As you bathe your hands in the sinful red essence you’re brought to weep. Your precious love will soon be gone, her soft white porcelain flesh will soon be frost with tints of aqua. You wish you could join her but what would death bring but sorrow? You let reality slip through and now you can’t return to the lies, and you feel no need to join their eyes. Your gift is your own and you’re alone.