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Blood lust
The sweet taste in my mouth
Calling out for even more
My body trembles for the blood
Countless bodies drained by me
Yet it was never enough for me
People I hate, those I've loved
All drained and left in the shadows
They begin to slowly decay
As the count gradually grows
It is survival of the fittest
But I'm not in it to survive
I'm just a little thirsty
Calling out for even more
My body trembles for the blood
Countless bodies drained by me
Yet it was never enough for me
People I hate, those I've loved
All drained and left in the shadows
They begin to slowly decay
As the count gradually grows
It is survival of the fittest
But I'm not in it to survive
I'm just a little thirsty
Published 24th May 2014
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27th May 2014 2:07am
27th May 2014 1:44pm
Anonymous
26th Jun 2014 7:55pm
interesting! and in what pint of view are you? are you a supernatural killer? or a human on a psychotic rampage?
27th Jun 2014 9:11am
31st Jul 2014 4:27pm
Wow a lot of darkness, and desensitization here. I LOVE IT!!! It seems you have captured this moment with your words.
Anonymous
22nd Aug 2014 2:22pm
"But I'm not in it to survive
I'm just a little thirsty"
-Killer ending...
I'm just a little thirsty"
-Killer ending...
Anonymous
9th Dec 2014 2:23pm
Mmmmmm...yummy poetry!
