We played in sinister vines. Hid away. Evil entwined. My blood ran cold when you smiled. My lips matched the grape buds. You said we could lay here awhile. Manic moonlight cuddling. Your eyes turn black. I can't see through your charm of ecstasy. I just feel the dampness of the dirty ground on my back. The glint of silver in the starlight. A gentle, yet soothing attack.