Blood lust

I crave for something darker
I don’t think I can hide it any longer
I can feel it, slowly, quietly
creeping up and watching me inside
It wants to be known
It demands to take control
It desires pain and enjoys misery
It doubts contentment and resents gratitude
It feeds off grief and lives in insecurity
It takes pleasure in pain of others, but
hates receiving one from them
Its a being worth abandoning
It deserves in isolation
I don’t think I can hide it any longer
I crave for something darker

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