Dripping Blood

I look in the bathroom mirror while my eyes tear up there is no relfection. My visions are clear, I see blood dripping down like rain drops. Blood runs down my lips, and in to the empty drain. I have done it again, I couldn't stop my self, I couldn't control how I feel. My craving was deep, And I needed the thrill. Those I know come back to haunt me for what I've done. I needed their blood to survive. I needed their loving blood to warm my cold heart. I needed their breath, so I wouldn't fall apart. It took less then one hour this time, I had no soul to remind me that it was the wrong thing to do I had no feelings to lose. I slowly let my teeth sink in to his neck and drained every last drop. he was pure, and my cure for death. His soul slowly drifted away, I saw it with my own eyes. His body fell to the floor, like his soul needed him no more. Another dead body, Another empty party. I have never felt bad, for these thing's I've done. I can't walk away now, And I cannot run. The taste of him still is in my mouth, the stains of liquid red still on my sharp teeth. I need at least one person a week. Sometimes that's not enough, But I must survive If I give in from this moment on I will die. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 01:56 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10