Ashes
I've laid there as you sipped of my blood,
Lapping it up like a cat,
As it flowed down my arms,
Like a never-ending stream,
Of silent whispers.
My arms wrapped tightly around her,
Digging the daggers that she impaled,
Into my torn and tattered chest,
Slicing through her soft skin,
Feeling the heaving of her chest.
Bringing my teeth towards her throat,
Throwing my head down,
Feeling my teeth puncture the soft vein,
Tasting her blood,
As it flows down my gullet,
So warm like wine.
I felt her eyes fixated on me,
As I drew my head away,
Licking the blood drizzling down her chest,
Loving ever minute of it,
Loving the feel of her tender flesh,
Against my tongue.
She pulls out a piece of shrapnel from my chest,
And begins to feed,
Drinking of my tainted blood,
And gain my strength,
Through my wretched curse.
I Take her with me,
Running my cold hands,
Down her silken flesh,
Digging my claws into her back,
Watching her wince from the pain.
I ravish her body,
Turning pleasure into pain,
As I feed off her body,
Leaving nothing but bones,
As the daylight begins to glow.
I walk out into the silent night,
Feeling the warmth of the sun,
As it revitalizes the scars,
As my body turns into ash,
That carries me away once more.
Copyright © Robert Needles | Year Posted 2012
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