The first kill is the hardest.  It brings tears.  With each kill, it gets easier.  Until one day, all innocence is gone and all that’s left is not a soul but a gaping wound of sheerest evil…

Into the Night
by Michael Romani

The strings of a lost soul bleeds the night red
As silence screams aloud inside her aching head
With her single first kill, she has lost her will
The devil's price paid brings its deadly chill

The first kill wrapped her inside its death and tears
But, it got ever easier with the passing years
As slowly, kill by kill, she lost all of her will
And then her soul, all for the price that thrill

Welcome then into the night
No longer a creature of blessed light
Welcome then into the night
As murder becomes your second sight

There is something compulsive in her head
That demands the taste of the dead
Silly boys must stay just that way
Never growing a moment older than the day

The day they find her in their arms
Drinking her gift of passion in her charms
Until like a deck of cards blown down
The die with her smile with the time to frown

Welcome then into the night
No longer a creature of blessed light
Welcome then into the night
As murder becomes your second sight

(c) October 27, 2018  Michael Romani
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