Blood of the Night

Drawn to the violence,

I scream in pain.

Forward hence,

There is nothing to gain.

Drowning my sorrow,

Drinking my kill.

Nothing on the morrow,

The dancing bill.

Pounding headache,

Screaming voices.

Nothing but heartache,

All bad choices.

Weapons of joy,

Sword glimmering bright.

Sharper than a toy,

Blood of the night.