Us, Blackhearts
Shock of red in a sea of black,
His hair reminds me of what I am,
of the fallen prowling ‘mongst the naïve,
We are the jackals, us blackhearts,
Who weed society of its weak,
week by week,
Oh and here our prey,
Sauntering to us with delighted smiles,
He pulls her in close for a quick embrace,
And I can hear his claws click as a heart they trace,
What a sport, where the prey play prowling,
Oh and if they knew how we pray,
The long torturous nights spent on top and underneath and sideway,
And if you but knew how to prey,
How the temperature within,
is howlingly hotter than the temperature outside
slipping in is as easy as sin.
Shock of red in a sea of black,
Who can give my innocence back?
His hair reminds me of what I am,
of the fallen prowling ‘mongst the naïve,
We are the jackals, us blackhearts,
Who weed society of its weak,
week by week,
Oh and here our prey,
Sauntering to us with delighted smiles,
He pulls her in close for a quick embrace,
And I can hear his claws click as a heart they trace,
What a sport, where the prey play prowling,
Oh and if they knew how we pray,
The long torturous nights spent on top and underneath and sideway,
And if you but knew how to prey,
How the temperature within,
is howlingly hotter than the temperature outside
slipping in is as easy as sin.
Shock of red in a sea of black,
Who can give my innocence back?
posted by nefariousone at 7:52 PM
2 Comments:
the original was better. still my favorite though.
Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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