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Vampire
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Moroni of the Mount of Ro PM
A poem not actually about vampires.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 141 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-03-05 - id: 1999852
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Vampire

I begin to run
My heart pounding in my ears.
This hate is boiling inside me.
I begin to crave
The taste of my own blood.
This hate is boiling inside me.

I stare at my wrists.
Bare and pale.
A faint blue line
Beneath the surface.
A river of life
Flowing towards my death.

I begin to bite
The flesh above my veins.
The pleasurable pain begins.
I being to bleed
The blood never hits the ground.
The pleasurable pain begins.

I stare at my wrists.
Slashed and red.
The blood dripping
Down my arms.
A river of life
Flowing towards my death.

I begin to drink.
My heart pounding in my ears.
The hate is boiling inside me.
I begin to taste
The tang of my own blood.
I don't stop
Until I've had my fill.

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