The sight gives me giggles.
The disturbing sight.
The sight of that glistening liquid.
That dark liquid,
That spills from everything living.
All around me it spills.
Puddles,
Whole lakes of it.
And all it does to me,
Is make me laugh.
That wonderful liquid,
The liquid they call,
Blood.
Oh,
How sweet it is,
As I lick it off my hand.
The taste,
So sweet.
I lust for it.
No,
I am not human.
I never was.
My humanity,
Lost to me.
The sweet color drips from my blade.
I walk away.
Looking,
Looking for another town
Another human.
Looking,
for perfection.
The perfect human.
The Prefect blood.
 moon_neko_23 · Wed Jan 24, 2007 @ 06:19pm · 3 Comments |
