My inner demon

I sit pensive in my lair
avoiding the glare of the sun
for it blinds me,
lurking in the shadows
waiting for the moon
to reveal its pale face,
and stars to pinpoint
digits and appendages
of unsuspecting souls
that I feed upon,
once my door opens
the trap has been sprung,
my razor teeth take hold
tearing flesh, ripping tendons,
my tongue squeezing into
arteries and veins
drinking deep of their life-blood,
claws digging into bone,
mouth slavering for marrow,
becoming one with their being,
leaving a part of me
inside them but taking
their memory of me,
leaving them as my servant,
bringing the unsuspecting,
leading those blind
to my existence,
I lay in comfort
knowing that I will
meet my next victim
all too soon

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