No motive... just a desire

by мσяιтυяαм   May 18, 2006


The adrenalin pumps
As I tear your flesh
Your blood spills out
Still warm and fresh

Getting high
On that sweet metallic scent
Intoxicating my mind
So twisted and bent

I have no motive
I just have a desire
O sweet innocent soul
Won't you feed my fire

Fantasies play in my mind
The perfect vision.
Making my fantasies real
I make the incision

My hand enters your body
Through the hole that I tore
So impatiently ripping
It more and more

Grasp your heart
Within my grip,
Your blood is so silky
My hand almost slips.

It struggles to pump
Against my palm
Such a satisfying sensation
I cannot stay calm

It's time is up
It gives on last heroic 'pump'
Now all it is,
Is a lifeless lump.

I give a little tug
And then hear a 'rip'
Splashing little red speckles
Upon my lips

I lick my lips savagely
Taking in the taste
So warm and sweet
Not letting a single drop go to waste.

All rights reserved, © Laurène Ferguson 2006

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  • 14 years ago

    by Jack Nightengale

    An amazing piece. So dark and blood rushing.
    I like the way you put the words to this one.

  • 16 years ago

    by Wolf

    It's been a while since i've been here,a realy long while *

    but i see you are still amazing with words...

    i love it

    Wolf/

  • 18 years ago

    by :.:.:LostRegret:.:.:

    Mmm just reading the poem gets me excited.5/5

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