Darkened Needs

In want I feel the thrill of blood
drip down my length
to pool upon the wasted ground.

In need I hum and dance and whirl
as conflict grows around the
one to whom I'm bound.

In hunger do I strike at will
to taste the iron liquid
as from opened veins it spurts.

In thrall I bathe in crimson gore
that clings and in its grip
my shine perverts.

In lust I urge the hand that
wields me on to further violence
with which to paint me red.

In triumph I embrace the will
to end it all in glory that
will keep my bloodlust fed.

In love I long to lose all else
except the blissful feeling of
this dance of death

In hate I will submerse myself
until the last one falls and
I can lay myself to rest.