First Blood
By A Burning God
There are times when I see myself standing over a corpse
On a summer night, with the rain hitting my face, the wind
Blowing through my thigh-long hair, and the lightning going off in the
distance.
I’m covered in blood,
Some is mine, but most of it is the corpse’s.
I’m exhausted, for the fight lasted an hour
An hour of intense fighting on this warm, damp night,
And I won because I used the two blades that I have always carried with
me,
Now soaked in blood, dripping the red fluid into a pool at my feet.
I’m standing in a cesspool of blood, mud, and guts,
Because the person wouldn’t go down without a fight.
I decide to drink of the blood, because I want it, because I crave its
exquisite taste.
After having my fill, with blood on my lips, flowing down my bare chest,
I’ll depart to find another, or even myself
(The inner demons have control of me)
That kill was just the beginning of my training,
Training to be an assassin,
One whom everyone will know and fear by name,
Because everyone fears the Darkness, and what it harbors.
Comments on "First Blood"
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On Saturday, January 21, 2006, Forgotten Angel
(309) wrote:
bro..i've seriously got chills...where did you get the inspiration for this..truly its good..magnificent in its rage and blood..great work -Kel
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A former member wrote:
oooooooohhhh scary....*shivers*