I remember the first time I touched blood,
it was warm and sticky.
The color mesmerized me;
red,so red.
I looked at the blood on my hand that day
and I wanted to taste it.
The taste, it was sweet. It tickled my tongue
as new sensations began to grown within me.
I wanted to run wild, to be free and one with nature.
I wanted to be feral, to feel my blood flowing
through my veins. Flowing and then raging as my adrenaline kicks in, my heart pounding within my chest.
I wanted to feel the wind against me as I
run about the wilderness free and immortal. Nothing here is against me! NOTHING!
But most of all,
I wanted to taste blood.
I wanted to be covered in it. To devulge my senses
into that sweet red nectar.
It calls me, I can feel it.
I can feel myself changing...my eyes...there is something wrong!
(to be continued)
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