you killed me & its beuatiful

how I want to press my lips to yours and now it looms over me once again he lours lours me over from afar Drew near the predator's gentle snare, Unaware of fate's impending glare. Moonlit whispers through the trees Whispers of dread in the silent air, A haunting presence, always lurking Eyes that gleam with malevolent light, A predator stalking through the night, Senses heightened, breath held tight, A sway with death in the pale moonlight bathe in the blood of the rabbit this is your impending habit Its fur as soft as morning dew, Eyes gleaming with a strange hue, Yet deep within its gentle core, Innocent fur masked a desire obscene, To be devoured, to become unseen, The woods grew silent, the wind turned cold Im always doing what I'm told by my deep desires but what transpires? Blood Carnage and dismay? whispers of silk, a soft embrace, Two souls entwine, as gentle as grace.