BloodLust

It drips down walls and
Covers the floors and
Spreads the scent of
Coppery rust.

It fills our eyes with
Truth and lies, makes
Everything else just
Turn to dust.

Fresh and red, such
Brilliant art, it
Draws us near with
Secrets dark.

Catches you up,
Never lets you
Go, it binds with chains
That twist your heart.

Giver of life, it
Takes it back as
Easy as blinking,
As quick as breath.

Unless you wish for
The title of 'dead', I'd
Avoid the bloodlust
And
Watch
Your
STEP.