The Taste of Blood
The taste of blood does sour
Especially after an hour
But still I will devour
Won't help to cower
Above I will tower
The taste of flesh
Does not mesh
I must confess
Still, none the less
It leaves a mess
I was made human twice
Oh what did I sacrifice
Just play nice
Was my advice
Roll the dice
It will suffice
Go again, different game
Maybe one not so lame
Can achieve evil fame
Wait, what's your name
Is that why you came?
Me do not blame
I'm still the same!
Copyright © Jay Moore | Year Posted 2018
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