Cold white skin
Brushes against mine
As you lean in to me
Your blood stained lips
From the past
Graze my neck
Your teeth get ready
For the pleasure
Your eyes turn black
Your heart is empty
Together
We are lost in the darkness
Of the night
Far from others
Who crowd the street
In the light of day
You’re the only one who
Hears my scream pierce
The silence of the
Nigh
Showing posts with label poem draft about a vampire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem draft about a vampire. Show all posts
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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