• Blood
    Some might call me a freak,
    But some might call me a vampire.

    As I watch the dripping of my lust blood hit the crystal clarity of the tasteless water,
    Ripples stream out.

    Ribbons of a smokey, bright, rusty red,
    freely flare out from the ripples.

    Like a soundless explosion underwater.

    Smoke infesting the crystal clarity of a tasteless element,
    Turning it into a pool of wonders.

    Some might call me a freak,
    But some call me a vampire.

    -Blood Thirsty