Wicked Me

There is no rest for the wicked
They come to me in lust of the
Red blood that fills their body

They come to me with hunger
And the lust that they have for each
Other, the lust that they can't have

She thought,
She could stop it and leave it all behind
Leave the world that she knew fight
The lust of the sweet red blood wine
And make it on her own

But in good faith I told her it would
Never be
Because there is no rest for the wicked
In the end there is
ONLY ME.

By Bobbie Peoples
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