Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or associated characters. They remain in part the property of Mirage Studios and Nickelodeon (Viacom). I make no financial gain from this fiction
Author's Note: This is not a swan song or a death poem
Blood
Blood, that of my own or my enemies.
It doesn't matter, it runs as one
Clothed in thunderous rage, warm slithers trickle
Caressing my body, drenching my soul.
It whispers softly to me, feeding my aggression.
Cleansing, soothing, the pain runs with it.
Thick and black against the ebbing darkness of my mind.
The dull metallic scent sears my senses
Wounding, piercing, bitter as bile.
The blistering steel hisses, shrieking a perverse lullaby
It sings sweetly to me, drudging fetid flesh from broken bone.
I can no longer hear their demented voices, drowning in boiling crimson seas.
Adrenalin throbs, quickening
Tightening to blessed bursting relief.
Death rises on hollow wings to greet me
Drawing the dark edges closer, following my fevered footsteps
With salivating jaws it calls gently to me, I no longer hear the sound
Save the guttered gurgle of those lain before me.
