The blood trickles
From the open wound
Sweet warm and thick
It fascinates me
As it streams down the torn flesh
A drop spills on the floor
Its been wasted

Saliva gathers on my tongue
I cannot tear my eyes away

Another drop wasted

My eyes long like a hungry child
That watches a meal jettisoned
Burning with envy
Desire boiling inside
A need like one needs air to live, to survive
Unaware of my surroundings
Unaware of everything
Consciousness drifting away
The blood flows down
I want to stop it
To stop my suffering
Oh, the temptation
So close

Another drop wasted

~ForgottenFlame~