The True Beast

I creep into you fiending your

Pleasure coming next mine

Abandoned wounds are bleeding

Rotting ignorance becomes bliss

My mind is searching

My mind is Fighting

My mind is thoughtless

Now

Your hear it?

You hear the torture

I'm on my knees

Begging your body

To wither

Don't you ignite me

This is not your time

It takes hold

This image of rapture infection you

Whole

Stripped, Stripped to the bone

Devoured for solace a place we both

Know

A door opens to show a menace

It's primal justice for this vile crime

So slowly she devours

(Slave)

My perfect utterance

(Decays)

Disown this penance away

(Away)

For now it's on me

I could not see past fury

Maintained the true beast

My instincts rupture and the motive

Has no theme

Now look into these eyes

And see the end of time

It takes hold this image of rapture

Infecting you whole

Stripped, stripped to the bone

Devoured for solace a place we both

Know.