Drink My Blood

It's about desperation. Desperation for love or blood....

                                     Drink My Blood.

 

Sitting Somewhere

I Guess it was my room,

I  stare at the wall.

Pierce my own skin.

Drink my own blood.

 

Water stream down my cheek.

Won’t call them tears, because tears got feelings,

I have none.

Down and down my neck

Dry up in my breast.

 

It’s blood all around

I don’t have a place left

Where there be no mark

Where there be no blood.

 

But I’m craving

Craving for my own blood.

Staring at the wall

I pull my own cheek

Yes, yes there comes the blood.

 

Let me also taste,

The thing that made you fall for me

My Blood.

How sweet it was,

That made you Go….

 

Come now, come come

See my blood, see my tears

Suck me in, lick me as you like

Just for once,

Come again and crush me down.

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

I see the other side of love from your words. Was a little please and very sorry for such feelings flowing through love...

[Ankita]

it's the expression of desperation for love in a violent way..
afterall not everyone is in peace with thier love.

[Matching Socks]

This certainly conveys the desperation for love, so much so one is willing to bleed for it.
(Which I do not recommend). :)

[Ankita]

Thanks a lot :)

and even i do not recommend it . it's just imagination. :)

[Matching Socks]

:) I know, imagination is good to experiment with!

[Ankita]

yes it is :)

[Devanshu Rajput]

Oh my! What a horrifying tale of desperation.

You painted the image of the dystopia, meticulously. It's commendable.

I guess, this is not auto-biographical.

Thanks for sharing.

I'm glad, now I can rate this.

Devanshu

[Ankita]

It's not autobiographical

thank you so much :)