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 volumes
through the lenses
of a monster.
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 every beat of heart and dark shadow
each thrust of sigh for down you lie with passion love you feel
take all of breath of dying left in knowing that I'm real
and fear you not the token spot the lost of self control
so deep in lust that you must trust I follow where you go
and in the sea of ecstasy the realm of which you dream
is just in spite of broken light still splitting at the seam
and drawing near with vision clear is dear you don't belong
in a moments wake the dark will take before you reach the dawn...
by martin gedge©
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, all the while keeping her in sight. He crossed the street once again and ducked into the nearby alley. When she approached the entrance he viciously grabbed her and dragged her into the dark, dank, putrid confines and began to assault her brutally. After committing this brutal attack and leaving her, not knowing if she was dead or alive, he suddenly felt a certain onslaught of mental anguish. His ability to make sound decisions with clarity of mind had gone awry. His atrocious act was less than auspicious for her. Once he had committed this dastardly, heinous act of violence, he went to the nearest church for confession hoping the priest could absolve his vicious act and save his soul from eternity in hell.
23 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by John Hamilton
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
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.
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 pain
I cut your flesh gingerly, my
dagger leaving its mark
Your blood flows out, down your
breast, its colour very dark
I drag my finger through it
and put it to my tongue
How lucky for me that I found you,
one that is so young
I channel my energy, my power,
my ego, my swelling pride
How wonderful it would be to make
you my demon bride
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