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Pantheras

You are evil,
The embodiment of sins
Yet you love it, don�t you?
Those claws,
Stained with innocent blood,
Do not seem to be cleansed
Of the stench of wrongdoing,
Those teeth,
Always show in that smile of yours,
Eager for the meal to come.
Eyes as black as your soul
Hidden behind the sunglasses
You seem so fond of.

Who is it this time?
That young girl whose veins pulse
With that blood you seek,
You crave?
Or what about her?
Her long blonde hair
Flowing down her exposed back
The dress hugging her body, her curves,
And those eyes�
Oh, so deliciously na�ve!
Yes, she is the one.
You stride over with your suit perfect,
Not a thread out of place,
Just as you like it,
And your shoes,
Polished to shine at
Even the splinters of light,
Click over the dance floor of this party
You had the pleasure of breaking into.
You bring her in
With words of kindness
And sighs of compassion,
Something that we both
Know do not exist in you.
It doesn�t take much
She�s yours by the end of the night.
But your as patient
As the panther clawing at your insides.
And when she is captivated by you,
Too in love to think anymore,
Too hooked to resist your sweet touch.
You grab the dagger concealed in the pocket
Of your jacket and you whisper in her ear,
Keeping the dagger hidden in your sleeve,
And she giggles and nods in foolish agreement
Following you like a lamb to the back of the building.
And you end it now in slaughter.

Simply leaving the corpse, losing the warmth already,
In the alleyway, you stroll back to the place
I have been forced to call home,
Then you lick the red from your fingers,
Enjoying the taste of death and suffering,
You turn to me, grinning insanely and I get a glimpse
Of your snake-like eyes that cannot be human.
(Tomorrow, my son) You tell me cheerily.
You're shaking in excitement from the mere thought
Of delightful tormenting and you let out a small snigger,
You can�t hold it in, you can't stop yourself.
(I�ll torture her family)
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