"Beautiful Beast"

As darkness descends on the city

I prepare for my foray into the

night. I walk in the cover

of darkness where no

light can be shed on

the truth.

I stalk the unforgiven,

shattered people on the margins

with face buried inside

each dying breast.

The feast of darkness fulfills my

thirst for blood

when the heart stops beating inside

the chest,

their dead veins cold and dry

as life is drained away.

I want nothing to do with

this awful thing;

it is something I loathe, but

evil took me and made me

its beastly whore and now I

must seek that which

gives me such gleeful torment.

I hate the thirst that forces me

to indulge in this evil feast

that sends me searching with vicious

intent

and looses on the streets and alleys

the hidden unsated beast inside me.

There is no peace, no hope for me

as I walk the lonely streets

away from the prying eyes

of the day I am able, no not

able, allowed to sleep away the

hours until this dream of dread

reality forces me to kill again.

© Sam Hyde and Anita Longino

writing as SkyHy, Inc.

July 24, 2009