The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

bloodless

Bloodstains
Bloodlust
Bloodlines
Blood boiling
Bloodrush
When you cross the line, I want to tear open your torso.

I don't want to have a second of mercy at my scarlet stained hands.

I feel as though this anger was waiting for release for lifetimes.

Heat radiating off of my body transfers from my rage-mode daydream to reality.
Do you notice?

Do you think I've fallen for you?
The only reason my heart is pounding is because this feels like the beginning of my nightmare-the one where the Queen loses the part of herself she had left throughout her hellish misadventures-the one where she refuses to allow anyone to look up to her because-I mean-Who could love a girl who couldn't ever say no?