AN. Takes place while Edward is contemplating killing Bella. I was inspired by the word Bloodlust. :)
Bloodlust
The fragrance, a stench.
To hurt heart's pride
Where dignity remains
and just resides.
And how it taunts,
to play with desire.
To lead harsh paths,
though killer, retired.
With murder, the aim.
Polluting the eye,
oh how to resist,
such a natural pry.
And where venom pools,
Ready to venture,
Through victim's drenched veins
On which it shall enter.
And what is one sample?
Do I deserve not?
No! Who deserves,
to take life that's not fought.
I'll wait throught the agony
And spare innocent soul.
With no hunt, I suffer,
But I'll take the toll.
Monster, not I name I will answer
As father reminds
I'll defeat the urge,
for the peace of mind.
AN. I know poetry isn't a popular thing, so reviews are very precious to me :)
Please?
marisa94