hands diped in blood with haunting eyes.
i call him a fiend and say he is beutiful
blood lust eyes that draw me near
i want the fear
i love the fear
do i want to control what i feel?
dreams of blood
and thoughts of you
bursting forth from a soul i never knew
thear is a stiring of love and excitment
feeling intoxicate like blood to a wound
cavered in blood with a smile to match.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem