Best Bloodlust Poems

Brand your name into my skin,
Stroke by stroke;
Friction.
Notify my next of kin.
I jump into quicksilver
To quench my eyes of fire
My heart's desire dies tonight
Sliced so thin it flows through streams of blood....

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He comes.
Graceful as the ghostly moonlight
glittering among the thorns,
he comes.
I feel him,
the warm whispers of the quiet forest listener.
He saunters, leans, and looks, 
approaches, crouches low.
I cannot let his deadly perfection come so close to me!
But see how he relishes me?
See how my blood-heat kindles...

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BLOODLUST   ca

The allure of her was strong and enticing.  As he stealthily stalked her, he could feel the appetency rising heavily in his mind creating thoughts he could not assuage.  He quickly crossed the street and walked hurriedly up the block,...

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The smell of death
Oh so sweet
The thrusting of the dagger
Oh so enchanting

Is it blood lust
Or a crave for murder
Stab another victim
Maybe I'll see which it is

Stabbed him, and him
And him
No, I still don't know
Stabbed him

I see it
A crave for murder
To see death
Of the enemy...

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The moon looms like a half-lidded eye
Casting silver light on an otherwise dark night
I embrace the kiss of the stars
As my skin gives off an ethereal glow

Into the urban jungle I go
For I am like a lion on the prowl
Test me and you might get...

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I can hear you breathing, waiting anxiously, 
tied to my headboard

I watch as you struggle, knots 
tied tightly with new cord

I hunger for the taste of blood, fresh and 
warm that I will draw from a vein

You wrestle helplessly as I 
subject you to my...

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With present great, O’ gracious hate
O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d
Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips 
O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst
Thy chanc’d on seated heart
Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips
Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought 
With’n ernst wouldst...

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Bloodthirsty, flesh-hungry. 
I was schooled 
into turning off my heart.
Anything for the title,
for the power. 
Power. 
Power: 
an intangible weapon- 
a considerable price. 
There are still more pressing matters. 
Bloodlust. 
Looming over my shoulder
like a shadow, 
contorting in the light, 
a quiet beauty 
that speaks...

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POEM " I WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK " by martin gedge

Close your eyes and fantasy the beauty you possess

for night be still surrender will the thrill as you undress

your naked skin that shivers in of body and of soul

will feel the heat of...

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