Beastly master.

His beauty now
Was my decision
Every cut
Within precision
Delicately designing
His face
Beastly master
piece by piece
Slicing and stitching
His grace
A touch of hearts
Finesse

Impatient love of
Mine
Awakening within
Considering the
burning
touch of his skin
Eyes like the devils
He musters in
Nightmare Walking
my dead Heart
talking
upon cuts
Caressing his
Internal guts
Within my hand
Oh my love
Don't understand
Such a touch
Of a deathly
Hands hold

Not yet cold
Still warmth within
Anticipation
Dripping sin
Awaiting
the darkness to set in
My dead heart
Frozen within
Creating
His beauty
Within precision
Every cut
my very decision
Delicately
Destroying life
Creating a
Nightmare Walking
My dead heart
Talking
Sounding to be
His wife

Last drop
Of warmth lets go
His devils eyes
Now shine red
At last
My love is dead

My dead heart
now beating slow
Thoughts
To Ravish my beast
Fast or slow
What happened
Next ?

I guess you
Shall never know...

or will you...to..be...
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