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FOOL MOON
I will not believe all the lies
Wriiten in the fairie tale of my life
Black on white and day or night
Just a tragedy by the candle light
And
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
From the haunted moors to the promised land
Adorned in the fabric of Lucien's nightmare
I scorn the idols of Faith raped from you
Perfection in desecration beyond all repair
Where there was once a pallid reflection
Is now a portrait of savagery Lupine grace
The smell of decay clings to my body
Will you still love me at my darkest hour today?
I brought a rose to your bedroom window
Picked from the finest tomb in all of Carpathia
Who would ever miss a widow in her throes of dementia?
Because
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
Little Miss Constance Desolatia
You think you can hide from the apex predator
I can smell your fear, your blood and your cunt
As I drink eagerly from your scarlet sepulcher
The late night craving of the loup-garou
Can never be sated with just any old feast
I must get to the soft moistened center
It is only the best for the fucking beast
I brought the choicest cuts to your chamber
Plucked from the purest flock of the heart of Christendom
In the flickering embers you choose which of the virgins burn
Again
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
Write me, in cold blood
Another horror story
About my life
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
MEAT TO ME AND THE MOON IS FULL
I CANNOT HELP MYSELF
I MUST KILL AGAIN
Wriiten in the fairie tale of my life
Black on white and day or night
Just a tragedy by the candle light
And
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
From the haunted moors to the promised land
Adorned in the fabric of Lucien's nightmare
I scorn the idols of Faith raped from you
Perfection in desecration beyond all repair
Where there was once a pallid reflection
Is now a portrait of savagery Lupine grace
The smell of decay clings to my body
Will you still love me at my darkest hour today?
I brought a rose to your bedroom window
Picked from the finest tomb in all of Carpathia
Who would ever miss a widow in her throes of dementia?
Because
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
Little Miss Constance Desolatia
You think you can hide from the apex predator
I can smell your fear, your blood and your cunt
As I drink eagerly from your scarlet sepulcher
The late night craving of the loup-garou
Can never be sated with just any old feast
I must get to the soft moistened center
It is only the best for the fucking beast
I brought the choicest cuts to your chamber
Plucked from the purest flock of the heart of Christendom
In the flickering embers you choose which of the virgins burn
Again
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
Write me, in cold blood
Another horror story
About my life
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
MEAT TO ME AND THE MOON IS FULL
I CANNOT HELP MYSELF
I MUST KILL AGAIN
Published 10th Oct 2019
Author's Note
© 2019 Frank Green
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10th Oct 2019 10:47am
How good it is to see You Frank!!!
Dark Write to be sure, this tale rolls smoothly and as You return to the meat of the story-it engrosses more ...lyrical Greatness here!!!
Dark Write to be sure, this tale rolls smoothly and as You return to the meat of the story-it engrosses more ...lyrical Greatness here!!!
10th Oct 2019 11:03am
I would love to know more about the backstory of this character, maybe in a follow up? The atmosphere is really great, I like how you mix it up with rhyming and not rhyming.
14th Oct 2019 4:43am
