Sunday, September 28, 2008
♥ Feed Us
I'm craving it. I want to feel it gush over my lips and flow down my throat, warming my cold body and giving me life. I want to know what it's like to sink in my canines in the flesh of someone's neck, and receive the reward of the ever flowing Blood Fountain.
I haven't had a decent drink in months. There haven't been any accidental cuts, no nose bleeds, no bites on my fingers that have yielded that red liquid called blood.
I ache for it. And I'm not sure why. Am I hooked to the sensation of drinking it? Or is it the taste?
Whatever the reason, I consider actually slicing a finger open to get it.
It'll hurt, and I know that I usual run from pain. But I want blood so desperately it feels like, that it may end up here.
This may be connected to the fact that I haven't had a decent steak in a month now. No medium rare beef of any kind.
I tried to have one at the dining center. I told them medium rare. Instead, I receive a medium. Hell, it was on it's way to well done. I ate it anyway.
But I want my medium rare prime rib, with its flowing juices that appear to be red. I want my teeth to tear through it and savor its flavor.
I am such an animal.
I've been craving the night, too. It's so confining, living here in the city. There is no open space, no in touch with the nature around me. I find, I'm yearning for home.. just to go outside.. and see the moon above and know nature.
I'm an animal taken from home and put in a cage in the zoo. And I'm crying for home for that reason.
It's not that I'm homesick, but my instincts want to be back outside, where my open window catches the sounds of coyotes and dogs. Where moonlight fluids through my window and baths me in its mysterious power.
Fuck the sun. I get my Vitamin D from the moon.
Halloween will be my domain. I plan to let myself go then. Wondering the campus late at night with a few partiers, freaking out some unfortunate drunk.
They'd blame me, however, it there was a bite on their necks.
There was a dream last night. And I briefly recall my urges were present in this dream. I actually took someone's hand, and I didn't know who it was, and I bite her hard, hard enough where she screamed at me, but a few droplets of blood came to the surface. But her cries had shaken me, and I didn't get her blood.
There's only one person I want to bite and be bitten by at night. And I am so.. madly.. and futilely.. in love with him.
I haven't had a decent drink in months. There haven't been any accidental cuts, no nose bleeds, no bites on my fingers that have yielded that red liquid called blood.
I ache for it. And I'm not sure why. Am I hooked to the sensation of drinking it? Or is it the taste?
Whatever the reason, I consider actually slicing a finger open to get it.
It'll hurt, and I know that I usual run from pain. But I want blood so desperately it feels like, that it may end up here.
This may be connected to the fact that I haven't had a decent steak in a month now. No medium rare beef of any kind.
I tried to have one at the dining center. I told them medium rare. Instead, I receive a medium. Hell, it was on it's way to well done. I ate it anyway.
But I want my medium rare prime rib, with its flowing juices that appear to be red. I want my teeth to tear through it and savor its flavor.
I am such an animal.
I've been craving the night, too. It's so confining, living here in the city. There is no open space, no in touch with the nature around me. I find, I'm yearning for home.. just to go outside.. and see the moon above and know nature.
I'm an animal taken from home and put in a cage in the zoo. And I'm crying for home for that reason.
It's not that I'm homesick, but my instincts want to be back outside, where my open window catches the sounds of coyotes and dogs. Where moonlight fluids through my window and baths me in its mysterious power.
Fuck the sun. I get my Vitamin D from the moon.
Halloween will be my domain. I plan to let myself go then. Wondering the campus late at night with a few partiers, freaking out some unfortunate drunk.
They'd blame me, however, it there was a bite on their necks.
There was a dream last night. And I briefly recall my urges were present in this dream. I actually took someone's hand, and I didn't know who it was, and I bite her hard, hard enough where she screamed at me, but a few droplets of blood came to the surface. But her cries had shaken me, and I didn't get her blood.
There's only one person I want to bite and be bitten by at night. And I am so.. madly.. and futilely.. in love with him.
♥ My
doll smiled.
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