Blood

Blood. Such a beautiful thing to waste. The crimson colour, the warm texture, the sweet, iron like taste of it. I love blood. The bodies in my closet are, no pun intended, bone dry. They certainly don't smell as awful as they would if they had some liquid left in them. but they take up so much room. My closet is only so big! As is my fridge, that's where I store my poor victims plasma. Dumping it in the garden makes the flowers grow and turn a beautiful shade of maroon. The deep maroon I love oh so much. The taste, oh that rusty, sweet taste of it. It haunts me at night after my high has gone down. After plain boring reality sets in. I crave that texture, that flowing, thick, pure texture combined with the taste. is perfection. My odd habit is blood. Society can frown upon it and say its "not allowed" all they like. I don't care. I am what I am. And no amount of jail time can scare me away from who or what I am.

Reviews

[Rim]

I love it , Blood is always the best theme to use . Cool writing .

[Takoda Sorvillo]

Thank You!

[SonOfPlunder]

A lovely dark piece!!.....

[Takoda Sorvillo]

Thank you! And i love your profile picture

[SonOfPlunder]

You're welcome. Hah, thank you, i do love the gruesome :)

[Takoda Sorvillo]

Don't we all! And I dont wanna keep you from the season ending of the walking dead mr. gruesome! haha

[SonOfPlunder]

Hah, well unfortunately i have to wait until tomorrow, because of where i am, but i know it's not going to end well. I don't trust Terminus!

[Takoda Sorvillo]

Its not going so well so far.. NO SPOILERS!!

[Delaney Thomas]

This would probably creep me out so much more if I didn't know you but either way, it was still creepy. You should try writing some creepypasta, I think you'd be good at it.