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Bloodlust
By FearlessDragon
This narcissistic lust I crave,
Dwells within my veins
Not hate nor despair
Tempts the blade,
To strip me bare
A rush for a sight,
My only fire to ignite
A feel unknown,
But seductive nonetheless,
Begs for this caress
Could it be an end to a mean?
A mere escape from the mundane?
A silent cry for damages unseen
Something deep burning within,
A simple plea for sympathy?
Perhaps, empowerment is it's game
A cure for things I cannot change
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Copyright 2013 FearlessDragon
Published on Saturday, June 22, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Just trying to figure out why I like the sight of my own blood so much... (no worries, i stopped cutting long ago)Comments on "Bloodlust"
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On Saturday, June 22, 2013, PoetessDarkly
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love the macabre of this piece
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A former member wrote:
A desire to see what should never leave the body in that way perhaps? Maybe the way it slides along the skin. Or it could simply be because blood is so beautiful. Although not too many people see it that way. Very tantalizing read, got me asking the same question.
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