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I never knew the taste and the adrenaline rush that you could get from simply the taste of blood The deep color, it's so enticing and the way you live looks so enticing dwelling in the night sheltered from the pounding light but here i am wanting more sprawled out on the floor blade in my hand and i cant understand why it leave or go away the bitter taste is here to stay i crave for new maybe you just some blood other than my own a new taste a new tone ...it's an addiction and a turn of fate it's blood's bitter after-taste |
This is an interesting write I take Blood as describing The Love Or the High you get when others Love you I have this same high on Life sometimes myself and most of the time there is nothing wrong with it It is when we become impulsive and Have to have that love to survive that we become ego tistical and others can feel that negativity Taking away all our friends and loved ones God Bless Ron | Posted on 2006-04-10 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ] | Nice... I myself like the bittersweet taste of blood, especially when it comes from a certain person, but this poem portrats quite the addiction to it. There wasn't anything wrong with the poem, it was written well, and rocked wickedly awesome. | Keep it real.. never_wanted | Posted on 2006-04-10 00:00:00 | by never_wanted | [ Reply to This ] | |