• She preys upon his shattered flesh
    His blood upon her tattered dress
    Blood red and running deep
    Much more fascinating then the blood of a sheep
    Crush his bones
    And hear all his moans
    All the death she has caused
    Tearing his body with teeth and claws
    Blood soothing her throat so dry
    Keeping from humans she could no longer try
    The taste warm and refreshing
    But only a moment she thought it depressing