Stalking silently through
Darkness
Drunk with
Rage.
I need to taste the
Sweetness of blood
That belongs to someone so
Innocent and pure.
I emerge into a
Clearing.
There, lying on the ground
So peacefully,
A girl.
It’s like she’s been
Placed there for me to
Consume, in whatever way I please.
I’m taken aback,
I just stand there and,
Watch her breath steadily.
I can not control myself
Any longer
I must go to her and
Sink my fangs into her
Soft, warm flesh.
I don’t even remember moving
But here I am,
Kneeling on the ground,
Over her body.
I raise her up,
Into my arms,
And look into her face.
I push her hair
Off of her neck and
Slowly lower my head
And pierce her flesh
With my razor sharp fangs,
Ending the pain she has not yet known,
Relief flooding over me
As I save her mortal soul and taste the
Sweetness.
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: sleepy
Added on: 28/02/2008 06:53:40
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