| Bloodlust |
| Hovering above a city filled with life,
I linger in the shadows, sitting on the rooftop Observing them, Needing their mortality. Humans, wandering like cattle along the street, The sanguine fluid in their veins� Drawing me outside the sanctity of my abode. For many nights I have abstained, The hunger beckoning me To seek a necessary release. I must not succumb to the calling of Blood, The intense desire weakening my resolve. Luring me into humanity, Seeking solace in its warmth. I have travelled to the brink of declaring defeat, Removing the restrictions placed upon myself� Surrendering to the craving for the elixir of life. A cunning placebo Creating an illusion� Of being mortal through immortality. The lust for blood�the red wine of existence, Too strong to comprehend, it drives me insane With a ferocious hunger� Knowing my weakness. Intoxicating�its perfume lingers on the breeze, Calling to me to fulfil my burning need Yearning to snatch a soul to replenish my own, But I cannot give in� Must not give in Or else I will be lost to its control. Copyright�2004M.A.Anderson Brisbane, Australia Word count: 180 |
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