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
Except for the lines: "Fists grip
ReplyDeleteEdges of dread
Fear reigns
Cunning and baffling
Enticing me"
This is a vampire poem.
very nicely done babe. I like the imagery of hunger transposing to hunger sated. :)
ReplyDeleteWatch out boy she'll chew you up...oh here she comes ''She's a Maneater!'' haha!
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