I do what I do and worry about the consequences later

The blood is better than the sweet ecstasy of sex

Nothing fits me like the drip of crimson

I swoon in my red orgasm

On my arm rather than between my legs

Scars are so much more real than

Passing out after a good come

Who needs love when you can have the

Sharp shiny friend that gives me more than any human

Nothing comes close to the sound of my soul screaming

I know I shouldn't.

But the blood is my insatiable mistress