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
Copyright © Joelle Ferguson | Year Posted 2008
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