Blood

Blood on the ceiling
Blood on the floor.
I'm still not satisfied
I want more.

Hit your head
Stab your side.
I have no conscious
I have already died.

You have to die
You don't deserve to live.
What you've done
Is something I could never forgive.

There's blood everywhere
It's on my face.
Still not satisfied
I must pick up the pace.

Hack your arms
Dig out your eyes
This is for every tear,
you made me cry.

There's not enough blood
Must open you up more.
My heart is begging
for all of this gore.

Finally it's done
my task is complete.
Blood is in the air
and it smells so sweet.

As I leave you dead,
Lying on the floor.
I keep thinking about your blood,
and how I wanted more.

by PrayForMe
posted on 02/17/2008