Compassionate Blood Lust

A blood lust that occurs to the one with a compassionate soul

To look down at my arms and my legs. To be mesmerized by the warm, ivory, flesh containing the liquid of which I lust for. A delicacy of metallic tastes as in spreads on your tongues drives me to the darkest parts of my mind. The feel it run down my body and stain my skin as it exits my body from a small slit created by the hot pain of a sharpened blade. The sight of it alone is enough to drive me completely mad that I would do anything for more. Though I choose not to hurt other people I have diced upon harming myself as a way to satisfy my needs and my wants, my cravings. With my knife, I quickly run it along my flesh with great pressure. The pain is short and the results are exquisite. The sight of it on my hands causes me to smile and smear it everywhere for I am in control now, I have been given power. When my lust is satisfied, do my best to assure that my wounds are clean and unnoticeable, then I wait until they have healed so I may do it again.
I love blood

Reviews

[Joey Miller]

I love how you created a paradox for the reader to wonder if self infliction is actually a real passion or just an obsession ..with those carefully chosen words you manage to draw a silver lining between the notion both the perceptions. Any sane person can even imagine of doing the same if those emotions which the character expresses are felt for real. In short this one para tends to bring out the insanity and make it sane for the person as it is part of being human. beautifully written indeed... but i would say work more on the build up.