blood thirsty

there is blood on my hands

in my hands

and dripping from my eyes

like cold tears.

i do not like to talk about it.

i have been cut

by a million knives

but i forget the times

i have wielded it.

i wonder how many people walk the earth

with my indifference

carved in their flesh.

have i haunted a nightmare

destroyed a daydream

like my nights

have been ripped apart.

does someone hate my name

and curse my existence

like i have cursed and cried

and never been comforted.

i can kill too

and that scares me

but the power feeds my hunger.

there is a glint in my eyes

that lusts for blood.