Thirst For Blood

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a very dark & gruesome poem written for the "Clockwork Orange" fandom, told from the perspective of the wicked Billyboy about his "thirst for blood".

Reviews & constructive criticism are accepted, as long as they're not flames.

Let the crimson liquid flow
From every wound I've ever made.
I thirst for blood, as you may know,
For I'm a modern-day De Sade!

I'll think nothing of my victims' pain
Or listen to their frightened cries.
I thirst for blood, so why complain?
I love to watch those bastards die...

Take the knife & make a slash,
Watch the kroovy all seep out.
Let it spurt! Let it splash!
See the blood flow all about...

How I take such grim delight
In this sanguine craze of mine!
I thirst for blood≈oh, yes, that's right!
And it's a thirst that's so divine...

I'll scoop the blood from all the gashes
And smear it over my skin
I'll lick & lap it from the lashes
And have a pungent taste of sin...

And when I pluck a virgin's flower,
How I love to see her bleed!
I'll use her plasma for my shower
To satisfy my wicked need!

Let the crimson liquid flood
From every person I've ever killed.
I have no shame for this thirst for blood,
And I likely never will