Vampires Die For You
In the valley,
before i lay
someone come
and kill me now
I drown in the fear
of my lust for your
blood.
the fear of falling
for my lust
my thrist
of your blood
it fills my heart with
blackness
slowly killing me
i cant give in but the
thrist has gotten stronger
i must have too so i slit
your throat drained
you of your life
and drunk your soul
your blood drained me
of my soul and
now im dead
and so are you
the first of your blood destroyed
my soul
poem by Halloween Nightmare
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