I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied!
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life!
I can’t hide the monster anymore!
One can, only feel desolate for so long!
Until, one starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn’t recognize!
Metamorphosize!
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became!
I viewed the sun for the last time!
Will you s