O.K. I have been here before, but Gothic does it for me.


Red Red Whine...

I hunger
I need to feed
I wait
Then you pass
I smell your sweat
I hear your breath
Your cane clacking
I see you
You don't see me
I stalk
You walk
I pounce
Your gone
No breath now

Feelings, No.

I kill to live
You Mortals kill for pleasure





Poetry by Blilith
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Written on 2013-04-08 at 00:32

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Commentally Ill
i do not kill for pleasure. often.

picking on humans, are we? well, if Gothic does it for you, i'm thinking you're a twilight fan, am i right?

edward is a sissy-girl who drinks rat blood (and with eternity at his fingertips, chooses to spend his days in high school). ha.

(who am i kidding? i love twilight)

:D
2013-04-09


Ivan R
So morbid, but so true to human nature, so good a poem
2013-04-08