Mirror
Bloodlust
You feel the need to stain your precious black blade with your brother's sweet blood, lap it away like syrup as he watches, horrified yet awed.
The need to watch as the life drips slowly, seductively out of his arm, or his neck.
Watch as the rose-red drops make patterns on the concrete basement floor, or lick them from his pale skin.
You shake yourself mentally, horrified.
The idea is so beautiful, but so disturbing.
So innocent, but so taboo.
Just like your love for Mikey.
Just like your sick, incestuous bloodlust.
The need to watch as the life drips slowly, seductively out of his arm, or his neck.
Watch as the rose-red drops make patterns on the concrete basement floor, or lick them from his pale skin.
You shake yourself mentally, horrified.
The idea is so beautiful, but so disturbing.
So innocent, but so taboo.
Just like your love for Mikey.
Just like your sick, incestuous bloodlust.