.....
...
.
how cunning
this tiny trickle of red
how horrid
this leakage of the dead
don't look at me
with plump red lips
go hide and flee
I might not resist
in dark-ruby richness
it lures the foggy mind
in acrid taste of thickness
it tempts our undead kind
pulsing in the wrist
the scent of human juice
our bloodlust is a feast
an ancient broken truce
so hold your breath
and gaze into my eyes
oh what a shame
a vestal sacrifice
close your eyes
your dreams will end tonight
you will rise
a graceful grandiose sight
.
...
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
.....
...
.
how cunning
this tiny trickle of red
how horrid
this leakage of the dead
don't look at me
with plump red lips
go hide and flee
I might not resist
in dark-ruby richness
it lures the foggy mind
in acrid taste of thickness
it tempts our undead kind
pulsing in the wrist
the scent of human juice
our bloodlust is a feast
an ancient broken truce
so hold your breath
and gaze into my eyes
oh what a shame
a vestal sacrifice
close your eyes
your dreams will end tonight
you will rise
a graceful grandiose sight
.
...
......
