Bloodlust

~~The lust burns, my blood yearns, just a sweat taste not to make haste.  I see their veins, I feel my fangs and it would taste like candy canes.  There’re sharp, I no longer hear the harp.  I’m not whole and the bloodlust is taken its toll.  I need my boon, tis a full moon.  I howl and need someone to save me now.  I feel the hunger, I’m in danger, don’t want to be a killer, don’t want to hate, is it too late or my fate?  Where is an angel to battle the devil?

I do what I must
The bloodlust
Is not for us
Tis not just

This is insane
My name
The shame
It’s only a game

What can I say
I’m losing me
Light the way
Silence the beast in me

I beseech thee
Down on one knee
Hear my plea
Do you not see

This is my lust
Do what you must
Bloodlust
Let it be just

© Isaiah Barber

Excerpt from “Path to Serenity, Phoenix”
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