PrimalX, Otherworldly Photography
Candy Apple Black

A stranger wanders the streets of this city
With dead eyes that reflect no trace of pity
On the light force of youth he is fed
Their life trickles from them
Candy Apple Red

Fatally wounded so many moons ago
Love stole his soul but left his bruised ego
Sex and violence are one in the same
Pain and retribution
Are the name of the game

What would satisfy his need to kill?
Can he beat the demon to end the thrill?
One night in another part of town
Stalking another victim
But tonight his guard is down

He mistakes her for just another whore
But she has been down this path once before
From the darkness there is no turning back
As HIS blood is spilled it flows
Candy Apple Black

Written:

1995