Eyeline


The wicked eyes of the silver moon
drain my soul as a vamp.
awakening from a hundred years sleep.

These rampant eyes condemn themselves
to a heartless wonderment.
A handsome traveler amongst the grotesque masks
of the divine.

Their approach is an orb of sexual delusion;
A force of empty bewilderment
which enraptures even the most innocent prey.

The wicked eyes lure me
into a widows web of scorned faiths.
Enchanted by the demonic host
I become resistless and calm.

Their boundless wonderment becomes a field
from every direction.
Surrounded by their empty allure I succumb to them.

Through these wicked eyes
I dive into the void
and cum with open veins
to embrace the starving vamp.