Bloodlust The lust burns, my blood yearns, just a sweat taste - TopicsExpress



          

Bloodlust The lust burns, my blood yearns, just a sweat taste not to make haste. I see their veins, I feel my fangs and it would taste like candy canes. There’re sharp, I no longer hear the harp. I’m not whole and the bloodlust is taken its toll. I need my boon, tis a full moon. I howl and need someone to save me now. I feel the hunger, I’m in danger, don’t want to be a killer, don’t want to hate, is it too late or my fate? Where is an angel to battle the devil? I do what I must The bloodlust Is not for us Tis not just This is insane My name The shame It’s only a game What can I say I’m losing me Light the way Silence the beast in me I beseech thee Down on one knee Hear my plea Do you not see This is my lust Do what you must Bloodlust Let it be just © Isaiah Barber Excerpt from “Path to Serenity, Phoenix” ctupublishinggroup/isaiah-barber.html
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 02:07:08 +0000

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