DEAREST

She was his
He was hers

Together forever
Unadulterated and pure

He craved her touch
She drove him wild

A kiss from his lips
Set fire to her mouth

Passionate flames
Erupted like mountains

Covered in lust
Trails of a thousand

But she was now sloth
No longer lust

He valued need
Over her trust

Her eyes grew bags
She seemed so sad

Powdered in makeup
It wasn't so bad

But underneath
Sat bruises and welts

The lust overpowered
The love he once felt

He forced her to kiss
She was forced to plead

It was her booming screams
That made him quite pleased

His lust turned to arrogance
Her dull eyes stared

The holes in her heart
Could never be repaired

Beaten and banged
Like a rag a muff doll

She was a shell
No person at all

It drove her insane
She dove off the brink

No longer a human
No sane thoughts to think

Laughs wracked her body
Spite raked her spine

She planned and she planned
Like a broken book line

While he slept
Sweet and sound
She tied him down

He was imbolized
She had a crazy glare in her eyes

As he woke
He heard a creak

Her subtle feet
And subtlety

Kept him scared
He could not speak

Flashes of black
Howled in the night

Cold sweat dripped
Like a bodily delight

She enjoyed his pain
She enjoyed his screams

The sound of his heart
or lack thereof beat

She took pleasure in his flesh
Ripping it apart

Sloth bathed in his blood
She tore him piece by piece

The man named Lust
Was now in defeat

He lain dead by his own surprise
She cackled and grinned

A wonderful prize

“My dearest, my dearest,”
She giggled and squeaked

“How lovely your bones taste on my bare teeth.”