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I don't know how I got here,
I don't know why.
I have these memories,
They can't be mine.
With someone I come to an alley,
And we enter it in time,
He tells me to lie down,
But won't tell me why.
I comply with his wishes,
And lie on the floor.
He follows me down,
Making my back feel swore.
His hand on my stomach,
His lips on my lips,
They move up to my cheek,
As his hand moves to my hips.
His neck is now in my sight.
I kiss it lightly,
But hold back,
Knowing my next move slightly.
I bite down softly,
And he moans,
Thinking this as pleasure.
I smile because I know.
When it comes to pain,
I have no measure.
By the end of the night,
He may become one of my memories treasured.
As my nails dig into his fleash,
He tells me to stop.
I bite harder on his neck,
Soon he will drop.
I'm slipping away.
I go once again,
To my dark place,
Still playing with my new friend.
I hear him scream,
As I taste his blood,
Falling further and further,
Into the darkness I love.
His blood flows faster
As his heart races,
He will die soon enough
As I put him through his paces.
When he goes limp,
Unable to escape me,
I return from my darkness,
Once again able to see.
Dry of his blood
I left him there
"Someone will find you later,
Goodbye forever my dear."
I walk away
With a smile on my face
My fangs are showing
Nothing can give me grace
Once I turn the corner
And I look around
I begin to think about the past few minuets
As I go further into town
I recall how I got here
But I don't know why
I have these memories
They can't be mine
In them I kill someone
It took little over a minuet
But they can not be mine
For more tourture I would have given.
 Lycorisa · Tue Oct 09, 2007 @ 04:45pm · 0 Comments |
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