I can understand.
The need to feel pain.
The cold feeling of the blood,
Slowly making its way down.
My lust for blood,
Is everlasting.
I feel overwhelmed with joy when i see it.
How to live without,
is agony.
In my mouth,
Its oozing out.
The copper taste.
Is love.
I have pride for my blood.
Its not normal.
When i see it,
I smirk.
I cannot describe in words how I feel.
But with it,
The deep crimson red blood,
Slowly,
Painlessly,
Making its way to my hand.
