My skin needs quenching, and my eyes are burning alone
My feet are like dryed leaves, and my soles are screaming
My vision is violent as my lids open and close
And, I smell warm, moist, crimson rain.
Oh, how I lust in your bleed.
Dripping over my thirsty body.
I dreamed in my dehydration for you to come...
Pour down on me with your beautiful rain.
I drink to you and your taste.
I lay down in your warm storm.
A contest entry
- Raining Blood... by VoltaicHypnosis.
870 points, ended March 16, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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This is twisted in such a cool way!
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Fascinating. This is pretty darn good. "Warm Storm" doesn't sit right with me, but it isn't bad. Good work and good luck ^.^
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this totally reminds me of a set of twins out of the book "lost souls" by poppy z. brite. the thirst for blood, the bloodlust of that person to make them beautiful again. Its a wonderful poem, poet.. keep it up, i want to hear more vampire stories..

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Beautiful
Intense and moving. I like it.

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Cool! My favourite line is 'My vision is violent as my lids open and close' it's really effective.
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Like the presentation of this with the blood red picture, font and all on black background - very fitting for this contest and this write. Think you mean soles are screaming. Like the alliteration throughout these lines, the flow and the visuals this brings to mind as well.
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