Blood Lust

It calls to me in the latest hours of night
tormenting my soul and draining my might

A Hunger, a Lust
an unquenchable must

As if every other sound simply fades away
and heart beats are the only melody that play

That pulsing rhythm sends me to trance
converting my body to a more...Primal stance

What once was a man, now stands a beast
Controlled by his hunger, in search of his feast

Senses sharpen as the prey grow near
With one look in his eyes, they are consumed by fear

Shadows become his shroud of hiding
yet every second that passes its his own nature he's fighting

For that ruby red gold, it calls to him
and it proves so tempting to rip limb from limb

oh its almost maddening to hold back now
yet to strike in this moment, the blood would taste foul

For first it must be laced with fear
and sugar coated by final tear

It is an art form I've come to master
convincing my prey's heart to beat faster

First you must strip them of hope
then you must make death a most inviting rope

To the point where their fear is so great
that they would rather just end it, that deal with their fate

and right when they think that their free
I strike for the neck, and take whats most precious to me

Sinking my teeth as far as they'll go
They beg for mercy, I reply ...."No"

For even if I wished I could stop
the beast wouldn't let me, till I consumed every, last, drop

yet blood is to me, what ecstasy is to you
licking the last drops from my fingers, you know that its true

Yet, rejoice for you survived this night
It would be wise in the future, to keep from my sight.