waiting for you my love for you have changed me to be this way now let me live let me feast on you the way you did me.


My Endless Thrist

I awaken in my icy tomb,
Imprisoned by its walls.
I cry for you to set me free,
But no one hears my call.
Alone within the confines
Of this cold, damp concrete cell,
I find comfort in the darkness
Which shields me from my hell.
The pains of hunger eat at me.
My body's worn and weak.
I feel the stinging in my eyes
As a tear streams down my cheek.
Tinted with a tinge of red,
The tear stops at my lips.
I close my eyes and think of you.
Your light has been eclipsed.
I can almost taste your blood,
So rich and filled with life...
My teeth piercing your silky flesh
As if they were a knife.
The perfect drink - so warm and lush -
Would make me feel alive...
It's essence permeating me,
My immortal soul revived.
But alas it will not happen
For you are nowhere near.
I've waited countless days and nights
In hopes that you'll appear.
I pray someday it will come true,
And you will be my feast.
Until then, I must still remain
A lone, blood-thirsty beast.




Poetry by TeeTee
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Written on 2007-06-11 at 13:49

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