The Sweet Taste Of Bitter Blood

Blood facinates me.......when I was 8 I wanted to be vampire when I grew up!

 

The taste of it sends shivers down my spine,

it lingers in my veins making each victim eternally mine.

It is my strength, my weakness and all else inbetween

the souls of those I drink show me all that they have seen.

I seduce and reduce to a withered, shrivelled corpse

take everything they ever were and show no remorse.

 

I feel it sometimes

I yearn for whats lost.

I love what is mine

but also what I have forgot.

In a moment passing

I remember the value of life.

Then I turn around laughing,

dark eyes and teeth sharper than a knife......and its over.....

 

......so begins again.

 

The feel of it running through me, over me, I cant waste a drop

it makes me feel alive while death haunts me, I can never stop.

It is my light in eternal darkness, the hunger in my eyes

it replaced the tears I can no longer cry.

 

Like addiction I'm trapped, this is what I NEED.

Like nectar to the honey bee, blood is sweet to me.

 

Saturday 21st February 2009

 

 

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

This is a great dark write, and me being a dark writer myself,
I am familiar;). The energy here is strong powerful, and all so
consuming.

The detail is haunting, yet real in some way.

inbetween...in between

I love these lines:the souls of those I drink show me all that they have seen.

I seduce and reduce to a withered, shriveled corpse

take everything they ever were and show no remorse.
I imagine that's what it would feel like...to see and feel everything
the victim has been though...a combination of pain, pleasure.

shrivelled...shriveled

This is a great write, keep up the good work...AD