Unresting, though irises rest on me. Being skeptical/ Of all the lore that I have observed/ I feel so sure of what I've learned before. Feelings they burn like fire. Shifting unsettled in these clothes/ Seiged apparel's capitulation. Attire bereaved/ A heart on a sleeve. A leap from host to host/ Just to claim my home. With theses walls seeped/ Deeply of rose. No ones safe/ Please don't close the door. The sightings of bloodshed/ The haunted fantasies. Dreaming wool-gatherings of valor. To don hardened hand-stitched masks. (Mercy is all we ask) Tonight is just another ruse. The tormenting feeling/ That no one believes my words. Just wanting to be the herd/ Anything but deterred. I try to see, but all I dream/ (Sleep!) Are the gleaming eyes. Caught lurking from of the screen/ I'm the fiend behind the scenes. Silently this creature's reaching. Unrested his irises rest on me/ I'll start my hunt/ Start right at your gut. Breath through your lungs/ Leave your body hung up. Hold hands/ Fold and submit. Breathing your breaths/ Is imminent. To Quench my thirst/ The need is dire. Viewed as I'm fodder/ To fulfill his hunger. (I'm not far behind). It's unknown how much more I can evade this monster. (Like livestock in a/ Butcher's mill of/ Endless pain and suffering). With all I am, persevere. To don hardened hand stitched masks. (Mercy is all we ask) Tonight is just another ruse. The tormenting feeling/ That no one believes my words. Just wanting to be the herd/ Anything but deterred. I try to see, but all I dream/ (Sleep!) Are the gleaming eyes. Caught lurking from of the screen/ I'm the fiend behind the scenes. Silently this creature's reaching. Now that I've seen this rickety beast/ In all of his unseen glory/ I changed my mind. Now that I know of his unending beauty/ I give up this host of a body/ To allow his ultimate release. (My facade has been lifted/ Finally I can stretch. I peal ill-fitting flesh to reveal/ A harbinger of death. Faces worn and warmed/ To access this prey's form. I force it's skin/ To stretch and contort Organs beating and torn/ He lays upon my table of torture/ Awaiting to be reborn). Enter the maw/ Gritting teeth. Right off the bone/ The ridding of warm fresh meat. Their evisceration/ My suffocation. My infatuation/ With another solid hunt. I spit in his chalice of life. Now walking hand in hand/ I'm comfortable with the thing I am. Inherent to metastasize/ Mental suicide/ With bipolar minds.