One day at a time

Blood

Do you know what it's like to wake up with blood on your hands?
It's a moment of excitement.
You frantically check each room to see who is dead, but nobody is.
You frown.
You look down to see a big bloody slash in your leg.
You realise you slept with a pocket knife.
The smile grows larger as you feel the smooth silver blade in which caused the gash.
The blood slowly leaks out in a beautiful pattern.
You like blood.
The smell
The look
The feel
The taste
How it splatters when you hit an artery
Or how it's the warmest or warm.
It feels almost orgasmic on your hands. The taste is marvellous, as is the smell of an angel.
Some might call you ill
But they haven't tried blood like you have.
After all
Blood is delicious