Friday, March 20, 2009

Demented


Stalking her lonely pace,
It toys with her mind,
Scorching her hair,
Drying her skin...

Lost in her thoughts,
Her unawareness abused,
It moves closer.

His breath burning into her neck,
His touch scarring her body...
Her garments torn apart,
Her mind tormented.

His sweet perverse whispers,
Doused her screams,
In agony she had to let him in...

Demon or man,
She barely remembers,
That agonising yet lustful night,
Now only a mere myth...