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Hellsing-poetry
This is a fan-poem I did based on the anime/manga, Hellsing. It is written based on what I think of Alucard's P.O.V. I hope you enjoy the gore and disturbingness or this lil poem I wrote on a bad day.
Awaken me,
Push me to the edge,
Push till I explode.
I want to feel the adrenaline rush,
The need to see bloodshed,
And the need to scream.
Cause me pain,
Cause me anger,
It simply delights me.
It delights me,
Knowing the fact one day,
I will explode on your ass,
And I’ll get to hear your screams of pain.
The rage,
It’s like a deadly drug.
Gives me pleasure one moment,
But I can’t return normal the next.
Don’t touch me,
My damned soul is wild,
Wild like a blood-thirsty hell-hound
As the blood stains my hands,
I feel bliss overwhelm my being.
It’s such bliss that I just don’t want to wake up from.
The need to taste this damned richness beckons me more and more.
So I can’t refuse to torture my foes further.
I take the gun and fire their shoulders to Hell.
Cracking and shattering are the sounds I hear as the bullet blows the bones into pieces.
The blood splatters across my face as the veins spew,
And I lick my lips clean of the substance.
My teeth reveal themselves in a wicked and cruel smile.
This hound’s need to feed has not yet been satisfied.
I let out a spine-shivering laugh,
As their eyes fill with fear.
You will all die eventually.
This rush,
It’s so contenting to my cold soul.
It’s so delightful,
Though it is sinful.
Who am I kidding?
Sin is my middle name.
I am the damned hound of sin.
There is only one who can console me,
That being my master.
But even she,
Does not realize the little authority,
That she holds over me.
All hounds turn eventually,
And this particular hell hound,
Would enjoy nothing more,
Than to see my master’s fear of me.
I would love to lap it up,
That sweet virgin essence of her body,
Known as her blood and other sensualities, but alas.
Such a thirst will never be known to me.
This insanity,
The thirst drives me wild,
But it is so pleasing at the same time.
Please Master,
Fulfill your servant’s wish at least once.
Let me have on taste of your blood.
Your hell hound beckons.
Your blind honor will be your downfall, Master.
Let me take your burdens into my hands.
Let me rob you of your humanity and virginity.
I could violate you in every way imaginable,
Crush your body with one blow if I so desired,
But nay,
I refuse to let myself do such to you.
Why, you ponder?
Ho, such an answer is one you’ll never acknowledge.
One is obvious to you.
I am nothing more than a servant but my other intentions shall never be revealed.
Only your decisions will answer your own questions in time, Master.
Until then, Master,
I leave you to puzzle upon this song.
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