BloodLust

The thirst for life engulfs me.
Lips glistening crimson offer a bloodstained kiss.
So misunderstood.

The world does not understand us.
To them, we are the symbol of all that is wrong;
“Kiss of death”.

So unfair, when all we seek is to live,
To drink from the fountain of life that flows within us,
Between us.

We seek not to harm, but to fulfill one another;
Feeding on the very essence of the soul – taking only from our own.
Willing victims.

Craving as much to give as to feed.
I drink of you, even as I offer myself to you.
We embrace, consumed as one…
Bonded by blood.

©Khaos WolfKat 1996