Blood

It sustains us.
Propels us in living.
Gives us warmth.
We may also drink it.
Ingest it.
Warm and cold trickles of blood.
Favoured liquid.
Magical fluid.
Parting of seas
and parting of life.
Warm and cold trickles of blood.
I like to watch it pour
from your veins after I
have sliced you with my knife.
I like to see your eyes
as you silently cry
to death.
Warm an cold trickles of blood.
When you have expired,
I shall drain all the blood from
your body and bathe in it.

Reviews

[Kesha]

so creepy but i love it! reminds me of my old poetry a while back, what an awesome poem and great imagery

[TawnyBlueStar]

sinister feel :D
love it
100

[Sarah]

amazing. worded very well.

[newyearnorma]

loved the imagery

[Me]

well versed