The moon in the sky fills me with light

my body is a vessel, like the Babylon whore

my veins are rushing with ecstatic delight

I reach the point where I can take it no more


I can feel it now, the slow crawling under my skin

my flesh is consumed by thousands of worms

and then I am bare, as pure as a sin

my mind is an endless coalition of storms


The fur is a slight relief to the cold

my legs carry me toward the sweet sent

looking for others in my shape to mold

innocent victims on whom to descend


I awake in a room with my back to the wall

the floor and my hands are drenched in blood

time itself seem to come to a hold

and my veins seem now clogged with mud


The beast is now gone and I feel so much smaller

I pick up my gaze and look at a bed

bloodshot blue eyes stare back with horror

she is so beautiful, beautiful and dead.