Dark Ramblings 2

The fine blade cuts into the flesh, the blood seeps out of the fresh, burning wound. I long to drink thy filth and have thee feast on mine. I cut myself so I can bleed It makes me feel it makes me need Inside my soul I feel so numb Darkness consumes me, what have I become? Keep my soul eternal as death Drink my blood like ritual wine Expel from my body every last breath Take my life as I’ll take thine His eyes so full of sin Draw me to him like death to a grave Those soulless eyes Draw me closer to the knife’s edge Wanting, needing, waiting, bleeding I hunger for the blood that flows in his veins