feel the cut but not the blade the blood pushes up through the skin
Spilling into my mouth, The taste, the texture,
The WARMTH,
Invigorates me, Makes me yern for more.
I make another cut, feel the cut and warmth of blood, causing me to crave even more, Cut after Cut I take more and more, until the body is drained, and the link is severed,
I turn craving more, to find another...
another person to feed on, another life to take, I stop and drop the blade, falling it melts into the pool at my feet, for the next life to take is the love of my life, No longer young, aged so much they are no longer someone, for I am Immortal and my world is not,