Watch him for the first time,
With his first victim’s face.
Piercing, and delving, he stabs
With shaking virgin rage.

There is a first time for everything,
And this is the thirst.
With pleasure and sickness,
The eyes; his own about to burst
With pleasure at his turning to dust,
And piles of bloodied flesh.
Which he transformed to mush,
Taking his violent caress.

Jittering like a virgin came,
This new passion:
A frenzied fascination,
Won’t exist to tame.

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