Your Crimson

The heathen that breathes crimson lust
Can’t get enough of your irreplaceable scent
You can’t resist magnificence, so selfish for love
But touch does not pertain to emotional buildup
Release from disease is the only way to appease
So naturally you give in to the whisper of carnality
It’s like tearing out your heart and watching it bleed
But the warmth that pours down your hands
Seems so pleasing to your egotistic plans
Deceiving and victimizing just to sate the voracity
It slowly eats away your crumbling walls of conviction
Avidity takes over like the prodigious addiction
Your own heartfelt prediction that led to your affliction
Lifeblood on the tip of the finger
The taste of vehemence ignites and excites
The knife that tore the wound is sweltering
Not a glint of steel when the blade is bleeding
Can’t stop now when you’ve started feeding
The heart in your hands starts to race
The eyes go black when the pupils dilate
It’s almost worth it to go deaf for an instant
The beating of the heart is obtrusively resonant
Your own wants and needs take control
Space that seemed empty to be finally full
Will it ever stop, your endless craving hopes not