My Nature.

I kill.
You kill.
He/she/it kills.
We kill.
You all kill.
They kill.

No, that's not right.

I kill.
I kill.
I kill.

We defend a lion's nature when it
Kills its prey,
But what about my nature?
I'm not a lion.
I'm a victim of death shrouded in its very essence.
My breath, my heart, my pulse -
They all depend on the lives I take.

But now I've met you -
My beautiful human -
and the dark hardly tempts me.
Cigarette smoke touches my lips and
Husky words of love tickle my ears.
Days filled with brushing nerve endings,
Fingertips under hems,
Lips on hips and
Kisses in soft clavicle hollows.
This is the stuff of beauty, of absolute exquisiteness, of -

No.
I could kill you.

One momentary lapse and you would be a
Corpse
Soil-bound.
Stiff, pale, unresponsive.

These visions haunt me -
They plague me -
But I can't bring myself to leave you.
You are my world.

My nature.