Thirst For My Love
He had a thirst for my blood,
Yet one I never knew.
He drew his teeth into my heart,
And my punctured heart ran blue.
He looked into my dying eyes,
A smirk playing accross his lips,
My body was now lifeless,
As he grappled at my hips.
He dragged me through the darkend woods,
Poisen cursing through my veins,
My eyes awakend a shocking red,
And a thirst that gave me pains!
I now have a thirst for any blood.
Its one nobody knows,
I'll lock my self some where secure,
And feel the venom as it flows.
Copyright © Phoebe Stagg | Year Posted 2011
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