The Hunger Of The Blade

by master of shadow   Aug 19, 2006

Longing to be united
To piece that smooth flesh
For my hunger to be fed
Have urges like none could guess,
Call out to my slave
My prisoner since long ago
When to me their soul they gave,
Promised to feed me whenever they feel low.

I whisper inside their head,
As they try to resist
But I need to be fed
So with my calling I'll persist.

Eventually they will cave in,
Feel the need to hurt
Need to bleed for every sin,
Start to feel lower than dirt.
Only then may I feed
Upon their despair and pain,
As my slave shall bleed
Nourishment I shall finally gain.


written from the point of veiw of the blade


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  • 13 years ago

    by BlueDreams

    Oh my, another beautiful poem you potray here, flowed well with beautiful emotions...

  • 13 years ago

    by Tormented

    Wow! That was aweosme! jsut simply amazing! nice pescriptions..nice flow..nice rhythm ...nice choice of words..everything was like just perfect! loved it! Awesome Job! keep it uP!
    keep Smiling


  • 13 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    Loved that perspective. Really that was something else. I liked how the blade was personified and given its views on cutting. The second stanza was awesome. Some choice words and some great descriptions.

  • 13 years ago

    by Nelle

    WOW! that was amazing. I can relate to this alot. but i have never thought of it in this perspective before. i loved your description it was incredible. the flow and rhythm was perfect. i LOVE the story behind this. great great job! 5/5

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