Want/Lust

Do you want me

Praying on my knees

To a god I don't believe

With my blood red flowing free

From the demon inside me;

And hear my desperate plea

From the growing crimson sea

In a pool surrounding me

Stabbing with a key

To the lock I'll never free.

For monsters such as we

Do not trust just what we see

As I learned from my red sleeve.

However could you leave,

A creature just like me

To die inside and be

Struck with mild profanity.

The End

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