My Bleeding Poem by Vision Ghost

Running in forms of tears, as a single flow
Curving so in seamless stains, where I go
Trailing to meet each detail, of pale skin
Tasted in copper, and in such metallic sin

A kiss to the savouring, of my inner taste
Sucking this wound, by the blade in hast
Her tender most lips, against stinging skin
Soothing and yet hunger, left out and thin

Completed in this sugar, of my blood let
Roping around her thighs, of skin so wet
Falling and spiralling, like moist red oils
Reaching the place, to nourish dark soils

Sharing of my flesh, for her starving lust
Draining of myself, into her of this must
Pulsing to the agony, though spirit thrilled
Admiral red my steps, where I was spilled

For her I would so take, this blade to me
And open my skin again, and let it be free
To drip down into her throat; such gorging
As it is that I give charity, to her foraging

But shared in passions kiss, I taste myself
On her lips and in my mouth, such wealth
The crimson desires; reaps deep craving
So a life force in blood, forever her taking

Haemorrhaged this bloody, harvest for her
The drinking of me, as it shall be forever
Crimson shall be the stain, upon her heart
This so within her, we will never be apart