Tortured Souls

Tortured souls,

Your scream is my siren's call,

Beckoning me from the shadows of my own sadistic doubt,

Twisted and bound our scars heal uniquely,

Your darkness is my light,

 Your death, the life force on which I feed,

 I am the parasite, you are my need,

You are the damned that I devour,

I sip upon your agony,

To satisfy my own greed,

Bound to you my darling host,

Until you no longer breathe,