The blood is rushing
through my veins,
Invigorating,
healing everything.
I feel it spread,
throughout my limbs,
Warming,
with the heat it brings.
Ah life-force,
how can I ever
live without you?
I can't.
I need you.
So I take you,
from the cruelly departed,
at my own fair hand.
The blood is running
down my face,
As I wipe it,
I should feel disgraced,
but I don't.
I feel life.
The life I've taken,
And the life I preserve.
My own.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
