I have censored my claws and fangs to appear far more palatable

Yet still Sometimes I long to bend and break

snap my bones and synapses into something less controlled

I want to bite the hand that feeds me, that takes from me and eats me

I have simply turned away from what i am

some cold blooded animal

A Flash bulb memory frozen in time,

shoes on concrete, hands around unified cross

“My god, my lord, savior, surely he can do no wrong!”

worship me

your god in heaven, so justly so fondly

And they did truly, cultivated church in our backyards teeth flashed bones cracked

I am your end and your beginning

I am word of mouth, hear me speak:

appetency, intent to kill, torture, demise

i am breathless whispers of thirsting desires

for bloodshed; i am truly your priest

I am ruffled and feathered, yet my halo is absent

I am your godly entity of sheer desire; l’amour eternel

Worship in my holy matrimony, a deviation from your sorrows

Trust in me dearly, tenderly

im the serpent of your garden

bearing fruit in your Eden of yearning

Its true I did obtain such sainthood before i was muzzled

Masses gathered beneath me

worshipped despite my cruelty unquestionably

Maybe it was truly love that made me stutter?

Breathless from something i hadn’t considered or been shown

Afterall It's nearly impossible to maintain form

when you wreck the structures of words from my throat

still stammering

Does love soften the heart?

Does it make us fold letters like hands interlocked?

Interwoven in something nearly devastatingly wonderful

The first time i was shown love from a human

it was like holding gently a dove

Finding myself unable to crush something

possibly for the first time

Simply justifying:

so breathless, far too elegant

too beautiful to destroy

Maybe that was when i couldn’t let myself destroy

in the same ways anymore

This world, this new earth

i no longer brandish wings for

its human beings are just far too delectable

too much of a treat

for me to consume all in one sitting