Bloodlust

Fire, friction,
Drama, call again,
I cannot hear you, see you, or feel you,
In my own bloodlust,
I ache to kill for every last drop,
What’s wrong with me,
I pull back, karma, morals, earth,
I ache for your hot crimson blood,
Pull me out of this rut,
I need but a single taste,
Of your hot metallic blood.