Blood--Lust

I stalked in the darkness,
Afraid of blinding light.
Using my sensations,
For a kill or a fight.
The smell of blood makes me sweat,
I need you now and the scent of your last breath.
Pumping in your veins, with your ruby lips.
The fierce of my fangs, and its razor tips.
A press in your neck,
Satisfying my thirst.
Run, I'll follow; Hide, I'll seek.
Rest now, my dear, and be my first.


-Fenrir's Feather

*still July 21, 2009
sadyang nasa mood ako gumawa ng mga ganito.