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Jan 2017
I sneak out of my bedroom window
Was tired of playing Nintendo

As I walked in the Park the moon was shining bright
I hope I don't get caught because curfew is up tonight

All of a sudden a beautiful, handsome man appears out of nowhere
He was young, tall, and smelled like dead air

We walked along together for hours
just talking about encounters

I was memorized by him
He could have been talking about anything
I was his victim

He leaned into kiss me but actually he bit my neck
I was so sick for a week

He let me along to his lair
I never made it home again for I was his mare

Centuries passed we never grew older, but our skin was like mesh
I loved him but I was tired of the bloodshed

I lifted the lid of my casket he was still in his I creep
Along the wall and tore the foil off the windows so the sun could seep skin deep

He slowly lift his lid I run and pull him close
As the sun touches are skin we both die together like burnt toast
Written by: Denise Huddleston
Denise huddleston
Written by
Denise huddleston
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