Souless Son Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

Shackles and chains,
I'm tied up tight.
I suppose I'm a danger,
With my teeth, claws, and the lust.
Look at me now,
Look at my eyes.
You see the glow,
A glance of flesh.
Searing hot pain,
Because of lust.
I look at your slender throat,
I dream of cherry taste.
Yes, you look delisious,
I beg you, a small bite?
I want you now,
In my cold arms.
I want your blood,
A small bite please?
You look terrified,
You smell that way to.
They lead me to a pyre,
Stacked with logs and fire.
You love me don't you,
I hum in your mind.
Save me,
Love me,
Just give me a taste.
'NO' You scream,
The terror!
'You mustn't kill my boy, '
I am saved, free,
I depart real slow.
Mother my hero,
You belong to me.
At home, at last,
I closer creep.
I lunge for your throat,
Good-bye dear sweet mom.