Dark clouds harbor dark thoughts as the lie above my head Screaming my name as I wish for the sun to be dead... Dark corners hide the blood on my hands, shaking against my will Dead people swim around me whispering the words to ****
..****......
....****.......
why... am I on the ground..? why does my head pound..? my god... it stinks of gore... what's lying here on the floor?
blood-soaked...
broken...
blood in my throat..
have I gone insane? am I to blame... for the bodies around me?
no....
no....
it can't be... I couldn't have done it... or... could I?
could I...
****..?
****...?
****....
****!!!! theres a thrill in the ****!! I want the taste of flesh freshest is best! I want to feel the blood on my skin and feel it feed the beast within! bloodthirsty... i'm drunk with my lust I have to feed... I must... ****...
****...
****...
NO!! I can't... its not right... I have to fight... the animal inside.... It has to hide... no...
no....
no....
..is he gone? am I free? to be me? can I... finally walk without stepping in rot? my lair is red... once it was white... i don't want to hurt... i don't want to ****...
****...
****....
i'm still here.. always hungry you can't run from me....
forever....
sorry for the lack of poeticness lately, ive had a lot of stress lately. i have a bunch of drafts i want to finish.. i might soon..