Blood-sucker

by Phoenix   Feb 26, 2008


Dripping blood
hands are covered
the floor glistens with it.

I think she's dead
Blood is still gurgling past her lips
I envy her.

A trail of blood
runs down my chin
as i lick my teeth clean.

Wiping blood off my nails,
natural razors,
protruding from vice-like fingers.

She might've had a family
not my problem
I'm part of the night and I need
Sustenance.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Phantasmagoria

    For some reason I don't see this as a poem but more of a part of a story. And I enjoy the almost lesbian-age in it. Or do I? Hmmm....no, no, hush now.

  • 16 years ago

    by your love is mine

    This poem is so sad. More people should read poems like this to open their eyes.

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