Vampire

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Vampire




Blood under my fingertips
Satisfaction on my lips
Blood drips from the tips
A little blood smeared on my lips
Blood glints off my teeth
Death rises from beneath

My desire rises until I'm about to burst
I can't stand to restrain from the thirst
I need to live, to feed, to take, and its all a must
Not a will, but at the need, I was made to destroy trust

I don't care, no need to care, nothing new
Dried blood blends with my eyes
I lay to rest for the days to come for more lies
My head hurts and my heart will always ram
As I wish there was more to what I am

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danmartyjake1 commented on Vampire

02-28-2010

WoW! Dark and intense, surreal experience... Please read "Vampires' Moon" and let me hear from you.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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