Blood

Nothing but black

I invoke your growing pains

wrap me in your warm embrace

the sent of the murdered comferts me

I let out a sigh of joy

I will find the pry and I will induldge myself in his refreshing blood.

Red,Blood Red

Your warm embrace kisses me softly

slowly you drip from my lips and my pry falls into the sand of the desert I walk

full from your embrace

BLOOD

I whisper with  a smirk

BLOOD

Author's Note

I love the word embrace

Reviews

[Lyzzy Redd]

This poem is really good!!! It has meaning behind it. Just a few spelling errors: indulge and comforts. Great job!!! =)