Rape of the Innocent.

I hear your voices drifting through the night. Here you go again with your charming lies. Prowling around in the dark. Waiting for the innocent and the meek to lay before your feet. You do with them as you please. Touch them softly but ravage their being. Kiss their mouths and violate their souls. Your never ending elixir is the key to your perversion. Tantalizing the victim into submission and guilt. You watch the liquid envelop the body and guide those clammy hands all over their shaking figure. To caress and touch the most beautiful feature of the prey that lures the predator. The sweet aroma of her locks dilates the orbs of envy within the holder. That fierce jealousy leaking and spewing out and drenching the victim in tears. Now she is left violated, vulnerable, and victimized. There is no going back. No night can change what happened. Broken people lay shattered in this world looking for the glue that may hold them together again. They find the sweet burning nectar and drink till there is no love or laughter. Only scorn and wrath. Raving about in their madness they project it on to the ones they easily can get their lustful fingers on.