Blood ********
Category: Writing and Poetry
Feeling the coldness of her body.
Her pale skin slowly rising as
she approaches the mirror.
I hear the cracking of bone's
under my feet they crunch
of it excite's me to my
home the end of the voyage
I walk closer and closer
to the mirror seeing her nude
body, her hard nipples provoking
from the wind. I walk on
the body's of dead that killed
for me, they lived; died for
me. I feel joyous to walk
among warriors.
I reach the pane of glass
that stare's me back.
Behide me I see there haunted
shawdow's touching my naked
flesh. Goosebump's grow harder
on my sweet pale flesh.
I smell blood it bring's
great lust to my heart.
I hear war crie's there
feet thumping amongest the
ground. I feel honoured.
I feel praised. I hear there
joyous laughter; I hear
there beautiful wive's hugging
them tightly; there baby's
wailing; not understanding.
I hear blood pound in my
ears. My heart beat's as
one amongest there's. I feel
strenght from there heart's.
I touch the glass it goes
through I feel solid cold liquid
through my fingers.
It's up to my arm; on the
other side is warmth; it
excite's me. I push all the
way, I look around
to see a valley of death.
I see terrifying blood
it's up to my knee's.
I see darkness; horrible
darkness. I scream I turn
around but the mirror is
gone. They were warning
me; warning me of what
I already did. I run hearing
my legs swoosh the blood
around. It feel's so
warm. It get's hotter as
I run, it's scolding so
warm it's burning my leg's.
I fall in the blood
screaming and crying.
Panicking as it grow's
hotter and hotter.
I stop; I stop being
foolish. I look around
to see darkness pitch
blackness.
I lay here in blood
that's boiling. I hold
my head high I say
a quick prayer. Then I
dunk my head
under the blood and
let go of the saint.
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