BloodlustA Poem by Airila
A hole in my heart
Blood on my hands Poison in my veins Hatred in my eyes I've taken a life Because I could He wasn't worth living Even more worthless to me dead I've become a monster My lust for killing consumes me Piercing his aorta Watching the life leave his eyes Going at it again and again I keep stabbing even after death I love the sound of the knife slicing through skin The sight of your blood splattering all over The thrill of killing My heart races every time I'm not psychotic Killing is simply erotic Therapeutic in a sense Taking a life Its mercy killing at its best I'm a lurer by nature A seducer of sorts Then I make you mine While you plead for salvation I'm taking pleasure in watching you squirm Wiggle away from me while you can You won't get very far No one can hear you I see the trails of blood all over my floor Oh, what a mess you've made Worn out from running are we? Then shall my rage be let loose So to you my fair victim I bid you adieu For tonight is the night My bloodlust rises © 2010 Airila |
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Added on February 9, 2010 Last Updated on February 9, 2010 |

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