Blood Thirsty
Just the taste makes my heart skip a pace
A strong metal type...I don't know what it is I like
Now I want more, I thrive
Slowly it trickles down
Teasing me...tricking my mind
All other senses may as well be blind
Everyone likes something different,
And this is mine
There just isn't enough.
Enough time.
It just creeps up on you from behind
Maybe Im just the crazy kind
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