The dark in me

 The dark in him comes out with a roar,
wounding once again the healing gore.
Strugling, off the mundane shroud,
his body, its cage! Roars again, loud!


Stepping out, victorious, it looks around,
as though its prey, it has found.
Breathing, every bit of air it can.
No, its not an animal nor a man.
It is what it is, no name can define,
through the blades of hair, blood red eyes shine.
Thirsty, yet clueless of what to quench,
then it knows, blood it desires in which to drench.
Blood, of his beloved, his love, his goddess...
and untill then, he remains, incomplete and soulless!


-A.D