Sick Urge

Full moon, sick desires embrace within
Images of the thrill circle my brain
I release my violent appetite into this carnage
The pain of my savagery creeping in a smile
So beautiful the silent whimper tempts to crawl
Hide far and tempt comfort till I come again
and steal it all away.

There's no more guilt to drown in
All my demons commend me for my shame
This is wrong and I still commit
Is there anyway to murder this hunger
Why must this be my only stricken pleasure
So deceptive, slipping into my veins
Intoxicating me with unknown diseases

The beautiful silent whimper,
that drives me faster.
The rift of my decayed remorse and it's ash
stripped away from me to escape this.
Can I ever succumb to suicide's wrathe,
Than satisfy this sick urge again.

"What brutality have I left invade me? Is this
the limits of my only pleasure? Oh god..."

Sincerely,
Darkys Black