The others

by Elizabeth   Nov 12, 2006


Their besides us
they talk just like us
they seem like on of us
UNTIL YOU MEET ONE

they lust for blood
they'll take every drop
they wait till your alone
they strike willingly
they don't die easily

they count every hair
before they pull them out
ONE BY ONE
but what can you do?

how can u kill?
something
something
THAT IS ALREADY DEAD

a creature that feels no pain through its body
What do you do?
when you run out of time
When your next???

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