If he would’ve known what would arise in that house he would’ve lit a match and
burned that mother
Fucker down
Infatuated with the lust of another tongue his nostrils flared at the scent of
another gazing on his marrow
Paws off
She never saw his eyes glowing with the most venomous lust or his mouth curled
up in a snarl like a dog
Sweat gleaming against the neon lights
Never saw it coming cause she never saw nothing at all
She never heard the panting of a traitor she never expected the instigator
Blinded by fear and a curdling stomach she saw the bite marks but she don’t
know who done it
Intoxicated with the lies of a lovers lips she’ll suck him dry exposing the
very teeth that tore out her
Fucking pride
The walls opened their eyes on that fateful evening
The house starting shifting the carpet was breathing
And under the breath of that weathered building a curse was uttered and a
spirit awakened
The cauldron boiled under a crimson moon
Repugnant aroma of impending doom
Burn out your throat embrace the gloom
You won’t be leaving here anytime soon
She never saw his eyes glowing with the most venomous lust or his teeth bared
threatening to sink into
Her neck
Her brush with raised bristles was blinded by the fact that the sky was
overcome by a blanket of black
Incarcerated for the bite of another dog he sits and waits while the snarling
bastard chews on his broken
Bone
And as he sits away
Locked away for countless days
Every time he closes his eyes he sees her face
He didn’t take a bite but still was somehow blamed for the feast