They live by hate
these children of Ares and Lyssa,
making human sacrifices at the altar of their demon God
dreaming of afterlife and heaven.
They are the blunt knives
slicing through innocent skin
rabid dogs feeding on the remains of their dead master.
I desire you like a scorned lover
but I wont come to you
on my knees, with a poison pill on my tongue
I will make you come to me
embrace me in the shadows
hide me in your darkness,
help me escape.