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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Lost Child

Fists grip

Edges of dread

Fear reigns

Cunning and baffling

Enticing me

Come and play

Let me warm you

Sip of this darkness

It beckons me

A lost child

Wandering among

Collected members of insanity

They caress my icy skin

Dampening my ability

To decipher

Truth from lies

The voice within my mind

Screams warnings

I’ve no desire

To comprehend

I’m dead

Yet I still breathe

Hunger thrums inside my soul

Throat aches for

Just one taste

Cravings clawing in my mind

Will finally cease

I’ll be warm

Until next time

3 comments:

  1. Except for the lines: "Fists grip
    Edges of dread
    Fear reigns
    Cunning and baffling
    Enticing me"

    This is a vampire poem.

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  2. very nicely done babe. I like the imagery of hunger transposing to hunger sated. :)

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  3. Watch out boy she'll chew you up...oh here she comes ''She's a Maneater!'' haha!

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