For fear or losing all sense of reasoning and
Become more than your addiction has ever seen.
One look at a drop of blood and
You know two things very clearly.
That is everything you've ever wanted
And you'd trade whatever you had to
In order to get some of it
The moment you let it hit your tongue,
Is the moment when you lose everything.
No amount of blood will sate your desires.
No morality can prevent you with words
Of addiction, cannibalism, cruelty;
They will appear as petty as a child's tantrum.
Your moments of clear headedness,
Quenched thirst, will be spent searching
Frantically for the next target.
Your next bag of blood
To get even just another drop
To roll around on your tongue again