Three bites and a Bullet.
1 Creepity creep so soft the sleep of the virgin pure of sin.red eyes of hunger glare in trance at the pulsing neck within.the crash of glass an evil shadow he quells the candle flicker at the fair maids bedside, he licks his lips, gently touches her hair then goes wild in a primitive feeding rage. hungry teeth upon his prey the gargling gulps of warm artery blood , the pillow spattered were dying she lies the evil shadow retreats to the wood.
2 Among the crippled woods and starved root claw beneath the low hung mist a corps i saw. Her face in pain reflecting her last second of life no sign of her assailant no sangue sign.Drained, gorged, tore her throat half whole, half devoured with gloat what monster what phantom what ghoul indulged, what hunger drove this feeding frenzy in the wood, it can only be what is missing from this twisted cold wench, every drop of her young fresh blood.
3 The woodpecker knocks of the klasni cough spitting death from the far away watch tower,as the no mans land land is bloodied red with dead civilian horror. Ripped and torn nails of the nearly free, the breathless fears as mothers fall to there knees. Emptied silhouette's tumbling away, from there families last calls of color now grey,The fallen peacefully lie among last nights dead friends ,the wrong side for death, a proud Berliners sad end.
4 Doth thy form squirm and recoil,doth the soft hair about thy arm stand on end with fright,doth the woodland beasts fall silence at my presence or hold there breath praying for your life.Doth thy eye's reflect my lust,is thy fate excepted without fight. that mere trinket about thy neck offers no haven safe,I end thee now with one soft bite.
