True love never was real.

Little girls and little boys,

all in a sea of forgetfulness. 

Innocence.

We call the sexual need love, 

dont wake the beast. 

Underestimate its power and you will surly die.

Hiding in the shadows lurking for his next prey.

The lion attacks.

The claw marks still show tonight on my fair skin.

Love is simply forgetting the monster was.