Feed Me

Come in,
Sit down,
Make yourself comfortable!

Perhaps
You think
I will devour your soul?

Well, just
Between
The two of us, I plan to!

But let's
Be real:
What use is that thing to you?

So come...
Feed me!
Inferno's always ready!

I'll take
The blood
Of this unwanted baby!

I'll tear
His flesh,
And taste the blood that is shed;

But don't
Panic -
You won't feel; it's not your head!

His pain's
Not yours;
So leave the brat to me now.

You can
Live free
If you choose not to care how!

Perhaps
You will
Get scarring and depression

It's not
My fault
You'll never learn your lesson!

I drink
Their blood;
But that can't satisfy me,

So I
Just love
To bite the hand that feeds me.

More blood! NOW!!!!

You're back
For more?
Well, isn't this just lovely!

Come in!
Sit down!
And with fresh blood - feed me!