The Taste

The Taste Blood drips from my mouth, Blood drips from my mouth, the taste is the only thing that can quench my thirst, your pain is my power. Lay there and beg, plead for mercy, the sight is funny to me. The thick redness, drip drip dripping from your throat, blinded by what I need. I see nothing but my wants, the urge to get more, overpowering my every will. Drinking every last drop, eating your soul up, no where to hide. You can't lie to me, I know your every secret, your every move.