to be broken

the day does nothing but burden the damned,

as hours are nothing but a lifetime.

stalking the night as we please,

we dwell where no other dares.

 

pheromones and desires pull you into me,

a fever you just can’t sweat out.

 

a savage bloodlust just gets me off,

a burning passion i can never restrain.

its funny how your innocence tastes so sweet to me,

but corruption burns the feeling from my skin.

 

you may think the day is golden,

but we own the night.