- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Beast Beneath
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I look in the mirror and what do I see
A child smiling innocently
I close my eyes and what do I see
Lovers laughing in the field
I wake from my sleep and what do I hear
The sound of flesh starting to tear
Even now that I can admit this
I won't tell anyone what I am
I'm the weak and the prey
My home burnt by my madness
I look in the mirror and I no longer see
A man caring for the weak
I claw my eyes out but do not bleed
Fighting every deadly need
I fought for light but I hear only pain
Now the bloody skies rain again
Even now that I won't admit this
No one opens their eyes to this
They're my prey; the blind weak
The lust for blood hunting the meek
Insanity preying upon reality
My vanity lost to infinity
This emptiness laughs at the deadliest
Now I look in the mirror and I see myself
The demon that hides beneath the skin
Woven from my sin and the flesh of kin
The mirror tells us lies
The horror lays beneath
The honour lost in conceit
The monster tells us truths
The lover lays destroyed
No farther can I fall
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