Blood Thief |
Blood Thief |
*Kathleen* |
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So yeah, here's something that's actually not about depression or love stories.
Blood Thief By day, he stalks By night, he preys Endless nights Lonesome days Longing to walk in the sun As he devours the current victim, he asks "Why did I have to be the one?" Blood seeps through his pale fingers With a thud, she drops to the ground Even he sensed that her spirit still lingered Staggering onward, he looks to the sky Dazzling stars still danced; he was safe He lives forever, but still asks, "Why?" In a way, he's cursed for eternity At the same time, one would say he deserves it But many have not yet seen Oh how he loved to torture, and still does That's partly why he's this now A blood thief, just because... |
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![]() ::destroy ure tv:: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 149 Joined: Jun 2004 Member No: 22,005 ![]() |
ure poems are so visual. u could make a short movie outta this.
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