Blood-Soaked Eyes

Headless bodies, too many to count,
With crimson insides seeping out,
Writhe around on your TV screen;
You can't believe what you've just seen.

Have other people seen it, too?
But now it seems like nothing new.
The images trapped inside your mind,
If only you could hit rewind...

Quaff the sweet blood, let it fill you,
Let the slaughter be continued.
Drink, and taste the cool relief,
That those before you found so sweet.

To parch your throat is not the answer,
Not the cure for this human cancer,
Yet there is truly nothing worse
Than killing another out of thirst.