this makes me happy, i like this poem like crazy i mean.. i am addicted to it.. it was made slightly under what i normally do and i am not extremely proud of it like i am to a few other pieces of my work.. but still i am glad i made it.
Addicted
The blood that runs through your veins
Goes back and forth, to and fro
I have mine but I want more
So is drinking your blood insane
My favorite sound is a knife between skin
You’re my next target mam
Not my fault you’re damned
I am knocking on the door let me in
The screams out your mouth are beautiful
Say it once more
As I tear you to the floor
Blood stains now in every little cuticle
Your death is my sole desire
It’s like my own body diseased
And silence makes it pleased
It is your soul I must require
The final breath, final beat
Your blood fully drained
Becoming unexplained
Then death you finally meet
My fingerprints set upon your face
Burning will get me off you
Inside you had no clue
This was the end of the death race
For you at least… but not for me
I’ll never admit I killed you all
My fulfilled body still crawls
I will kill everyone and watch ‘em bleed
