Lust for Blood

A Poem by whiteravhen

Running through my veins
all my past pictures...
Memories of my past
I devoured;
One drop of blood
would never satisfy
the vast chaos of my thirst.
Through the darkness,
I was once bitten and
infected with
the curse of loneliness deep inside.

A single drop of blood
perhaps could temp me so...
in a rendezvous of humanity
I seek a glass of water
to quench my thirst
I could easily stab my fangs
and owe venom
as my payment for my
refreshing drink...cheers!
A toast for justice!

I could desperately seek
for my satisfaction
perhaps a contentment
for my lust
for one drop of blood I'd kill
with venoms running through
my viens,
just to quench my thirst...
I'm thirsty, perhaps a glass
of blood will do
of any type, served as shake
a refreshment for justice
A toast for everyone.

That a single drop would give
a cost
A head's full, I guess
fresh blood runnning through
making my throat beg;
a glass will do,
and a pitcher with ice
a vice I priced,
perhaps a reward for a cause,
my lust has been priced.

Or just a vice, I supposed
from my past,
injected with venom
from preface
I write the index...
I'm aroused....
...I mean,
with my thirst for blood
I'd have a pitcher
instead of a glass
a toast
for refreshment...