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Twisted
I am dead and lifeless, Cold and of the departed; Two hundred years of wandering the world, Forlorn and forsaken. I lay in a crypt waiting for awakening, And I feel her passing; She walks close to my resting place this night, And I feel my hands move and my heart flutter. I must have her sweet blood, 0h, I can imagine it on my lips; I stir within my coffin and open my eyes, I breath her dulcet scent. My endless pain, existence a nightmare, This eternal life lonely; Full of agony, darkness and deep anguish, Oh, I moan and push back my coffin lid. Could this girl be the one, My soul mate for eternity; Standing there in the moonlight I watch, She carries red roses. Stopping by a grave of many names, And then I am there; I expect her to scream and try to run, She would be no match for a vampire man. Her beauty is surreal to me, I embrace her in my arms; And as I pierce her neck I hear her sigh, So sweet her blood. Ruby blood like the richest red wine, I carry her to my coffin; As I place her within she kisses me, And whispers, "At last I will not be alone . . . anymore." _____________________ September 7, 2016 Poetry/Verse/Twisted Copyright Protected, ID 16-826-326-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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