Beast of Famine

The smell of bloods in the air
the beast is inside me
sightless is how I get around
with the lord to guide me.

A full moon approaches
the eyes the key to the soul,
don't look inside me.
The beast'll loose control
"get away, step lively".

I want the world and its endless events
my howl's how you can find me.
The blood trails to see where I went.
Swift movements, no chance for a glimpse
reminiscing an unexpected pleasure
that comes with a slight twist.

How can I save you from yourself
as I swoop down from the abyss
reminiscing is unacceptable,
tears is the only way to vent
As the claws rip through flesh
My growl vibrates you from within.

Unconsciousness has taken over you
the moons gone.
Where has the time went?
I heave on bending knee,
drenched in your being,
memory lost as I am caught in the sight to be seen...

(To be continued)