The Angel of Death

As I walk this earth Bare and broken Blood soaked and driven My soul in supernova My mind, frenzied. My body bruised My sword well used Nostalgic, Breathing in fresh paint From beaten bodies and torn souls Sudden movement A quivering soul A careless action My attention To hold. A smile drapes Bearing into my soul The world disappears My deathly hunger Implores. Slow and pleasuring Each clink of steel Warms my heart Sweetly, Mending my soul First blood, A lonely bead Inviting my wrath It trickles No warning sold. Teasingly, it lays in waiting Pulling me closer Lonesome Begging almost To bring more An abyss, It draws my victims in Craving, wanting, yearning To feel bloodied flesh Broken Against my skin Irrevocable A fear, I sense Another victim to claim Pleasure streams Anticipating Envisioning, Blood oh glorious blood My eyes feeling, each soul I’ve claimed A vulture stalking its prey Bloodthirsty Yet again Imperative, a mission Deep wanting, to quench Valiance, a virtue, I dare not detest Submissive, he glares eye to eye His being laid not to rest Unsteady, yet giving. My hands he guides to my sword Thrilling me more A kiss so chaste My heart explodes Like a child I revel, Rapture so pure Beautifully he whispers “Be a sinner no more Take my soul Gruesomely, I beg Treasure the blood That my body So willingly sheds Your craving To sate I was born to the earth Release your demon Release it form its depths Stay hidden no more Bare, naked, run free Believe it not a disease But a gift As I see. Unsheathe your sword Glorious, shall it gleam Purified, ready Through my heart Shall it go.” Ecstatic, Pleasure shudders through me. A kiss I lay Goodbye, my dearest Your debt has been paid. By Amanda Miller {This is to a new friend , a faceless being that brings out the person hiding in me }