De Wolf / Sedate

No matter the niceness, something in

my spirit is froth and fang, foam and rage...

no matter the eloquence I muster on the page, 

I need to find an outlet depraved 

As the sins which I'm currently planning 

how to atone for, corrupt more

Black as hide, hideously tried to bite 

the not-so-innocent whimperer  

Came at her with claws and jaws, upending 

natural laws, defiling, deriding the pleasure

which I take, wrapping round like a snake, 

suffocating my prey. Sedate.