Blood

I skim my fingers across the gash
smiling, i see it again, it all went CRASH!
i giggle a little, and lick the stain
oh don't worry, I'm not going insane
my love for it, that thick crimson blood
has gotten me all warm inside, not wanting to hide
i just love the smell, of that hot liquidy paste
almost as much, as i love its crisp salty taste
you may think im crazy, but i assure you I'm not
I'll just sit and stare, as u silently rot
I wont kill you yet, not till you bleed
and i am finally done, with my last deed