Austin Jones

23 Jun, 2015 09:43 PM
I need more 
Always more 
Blood is my favorite 
I crave it 
I am always satisfying 

My needs 
with new specimens
They want to resist 
But they cannot 
I always get 

What I want 
They scream 
They cry 
And then they die
I take their blood 

Drain it from them
Do whatever I please 
with it
Sometimes I drink it 
Sometimes I wipe it on 

Sometimes I Paint the walls 
With it
I am satisfied once again
But only for a short while
Tags: Blood
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