Taste of Kin

Morbid Sonnet

I haunt the dreams of your precious offspring
Waiting for my moment to strike their heart
Claws sink into flesh and death I shall bring
Never knowing if smeared crimson is art

Bones crack against the wall as you hear cries
Hunger grows within the bottomless pit
Saliva drips while you prevent the lies
My fangs have sunk in and you have been bit

Time has stopped and your skin will be eaten
Blood trapped inside will no longer be yours
Shattered canvas, that’s why you’re now beaten
Internal organs have oozed from your pores

This creature has broken out from your skin
Cannibal’s appetite hides with your sin