Bloodlust

Bloodlust

A 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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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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