The Monster In Me Revisited

Not always 
can the hand that feeds
surpress this lusting greed,
when you possess 
what I need
and your in need
of that soiled
sowing,
wild oat seeds.

Am I....evil?
Because I choose to haunt you
daily
and in all hours darkness,
where, bare
naked flesh
a beacon
for success,
moving shadows
appear more human
upon
vampiric descent.

To a public eye
it may not seem
appealing in your
bright lights mind
but....our sins
are secured 
in the sitting stirring midnight room.

Excuse a brain
functioning un to me
or the thing
you see
while it feeds,
you feed in
biting lust
bleeding love
awakening within
partake, succumb.

Are you.....now evil?
While in watcher's dark room
you wait to give
a monster your soul.