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eileen mcgreevy Oct 2010
Her favourite night of the year approaches,
The veil between life and death will slip,
When ghouls, banshees  and ghosts leave their coaches,
And the headless horseman leaves with the crack of his whip.

Sure, she'll dress like a vamp, wearing plastic fangs,
And she'll play her part well, at this new night club spot,
Just a few, well selected mere mortals will hang,
For this party appears to be all that it,s not.

When she checks in her cloak, with the strange looking girl,
She is handed a drink, from an ancient vessel,
"What is it?", she 'll ask,"Oh just give it a whirl",
So she swigs, not seeing the bottle necks tossil.

As a tingle is closing her airways so tight,
She becomes quite aware of what she's drinking,
And she looks out the window, to see fading light,
And the floor feels like quicksand, she's sinking.

Her host appears, chanting, and everyone follows,
They claw at her , like they were starving,
And feed on her blood, she is shocked as it flows,
As she sees on her wrists, all the carvings.

Such a need to belong, left her lying, undead,
Just so she could appear,so delightful,
Now she feeds on the weak, ****** girls in their bed,
Crawling back in her hole, in wait for nightfall.
eileen mcgreevy Oct 2010
I see you, yeah!, you,
Ya *******!.
Leave him alone, take me instead!,
******* and your vaccuum,
I'm done, take me instead, He's got so much more to give.
Standing there, hiding, in the shadows,
Cowardly *******!
Leave him alone!!
Take me, take me!
eileen mcgreevy Oct 2010
Her body aches for him nightly,
The moonlight shows her writhe,
She tries to make believe,
His mouth caressing both her thighs,
Her fingers gently stroking,
The void she needs to fill,
Her back is arched, her moans
entice her fluid to overspill,
Her vision of her soulmate,
Is tender, warm and sweet,
But passion takes them over, when
she visits and they meet,
Her body aches for him nightly,
The moonlight brings them close,
She waits for him to haunt her dreams,
And love her, head to toe.
eileen mcgreevy Sep 2010
I know this vampire Clarence,
He is a hippy vamp,
He never wears dark cloaks,
Or wanders like a *****.

This ghoul is non confomist,
His clothes are sunshine bright,
His fingernails are azure blue,
His favourite drink is sprite.

His blood comes from the blood banks,
He files his fangs twice weekly,
His friends are *** head hippies,
And , ******, he sleeps so sweetly.

He enjoys sleepovers with his girlie friends,
And loves to bathe in milk,
His coffin looks more like a scoobydoo van,
All covered with pink silk.

Im looking forward to halloween,
His parties are the best,
We boogie, all liquered up,
So next day, we can rest.
eileen mcgreevy Sep 2010
Upon first setting eyes on him,
She thought she'd found a mate,
His skin was milky white,
And eyes so dark, they looked like slate,
His body scent reminded her of resting homes and coffins,
His icy touch sent shivers down her back, thus sensing all things.

Seduction followed shortly after dinner, on this night,
He hovered over her sweet breath, and killed the candle light,
She felt his mouth caress her neck, it bore a strange effect,
A tingle, then a sharp loud pop, "This cannot be correct",
The trickled stream of blood was licked away from her sweet breast,
A shock flowed through her, climaxing, before he let her rest.

She felt entranced by his dark stare, ******* for her master,
A dreamlike state was all she felt, while he just floated past her,
He took her body, several times, before he took her soul,
She groaned for him as he drained her life while aiming for the goal,
Another ****** captivated under tall, dark, handsome,
Resist the stare, before he holds you next, your life to ransom!
eileen mcgreevy Sep 2010
My phone is broke,
Im so so lost,
What will i do, how much will it cost?,
My phone is broke, my only means,
Of  contact with you,
I want to scream!,
My phone is wet, please help me god,
Oh such a state,i poke and ****,
Im panicking, don't think im gone,
Its just my limb, out on the lawn.......
23/9/10
eileen mcgreevy Sep 2010
I know we should wait,
                   For that time to come,
                   I know patience is needed,
                   Until you come home,
                   Do you play the game?,
                   Do you want time to fly?,
                   Or am i alone,a lone player,
                   Ever dreading that "Goodbye"?.
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