Blood Thirsty Poem by Divinely Quiet

Blood Thirsty



I wasn't human.
I was thirsty.
Nothing real food can cure.
I could see the blood.
Pumping inside others.
I desired the warm red liquid inside.
I want it.
I need it.
I thirst for it.
I would kill for it.

Friday, April 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eman Obied 27 April 2012

wow that is one scary peom, but it's interesting!

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