Forbidden Intoxication

Dripping, it falls.

What is this deed that I have done?

This high,

This intoxication,

It prompts the feeling that I should run.

But what in the end would be the point?

The red would still remain.

The smell reaches my nose,

It drives my high even further.

I wish to wash the blood away

But why should I even bother?

I have never felt this way before.

This exhilaration, this eldritch feeling

I never thought it to be possible.

Did I do this?

How could I have?

Do I regret this,

Or do I want more?

Who am I?

What is this?

How many times will I repeat this bliss?

Will this be my final mistake?

Or will this end with my chilled bones,

Sitting upon a throne of once connected flesh?