Hope waves the white flag of surrender as I try to remember

I don’t know who I was or indeed what I am? Cutting, slashing

 blood pours , flesh hangs? The smell of fear on his skin lures

me all the more,  I feel his pulse rate soar, as I throw him to

the floor

a virgin but familiar  instinct washes through me  as though I was

Born to this, a god like power over him, the beat of his heart

in my hands , the need of blood overwhelms and soon turns to

lust, I quench my thirst for the very first time?  my desire then

turns to love,  a love of blood