Such Thing...

By: Darth Sakura

The heart is running wild again

beat so fast, a rain of ardor blood

breath sucking existence, a problem

of hazy mind covering his logic flood

Thoughts, a wild tornado, full of sin

his desires surmount his body, a hog

so lucid and pleasing; his bones suck

its crimson fluid like vampire being

Such thing makes skin become his eternal

enemy. Every judgment a stalking bomb

waiting to explode a flash bliss of madness

Eyes fill with living fire, an inferno

in his fingers, running through long

silky skin. His heart is finally at rest.