Bloodlust
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I walk down the street, silent and swift
Upon my shoulders, a body I lift
The blood, still warm, now over me
In my eyes silver, is all that I see
As the blood covers my eyes
A ruckus I hear, with murderous intent
After my life, is now bent
In fear I run, from that creature
It's face distorted with horrible features
A wolf's smile, plated gold
Bloodlust within it's heat, so bold
Swiftly, I run down the street
To the place where we will meet
And in that room, awaits me there
A lady in scarlet, with pitch black hair
An angel of darkeness, that's what I see
A silent scream echos through the halls
I move my knife, a body falls
Crimson blood, on my face
A grin of joy slowly breaks
Here lies he now, on this floor
Among the red that I adore
The women come after a day of battle,
With myself, of course, the forces inside me endorse me,
I yell out of my mind, shouting obscenities,
