You held the key
To my heart
In days of rain
When gray and dark
So much power
I oft felt ill
Love like a drug
Illusive unknown pill
But I cry for
Your blackened soul
Life has changed
You are not whole
Turn my back
And walk away
Goodbye bloodsucker
Nothing left to say
Am I a freak?
I pick my skin until I bleed
It brings me peace and comfort
Google says it’s my mental health or OCD
It goes away for weeks, but when it comes back I have to feed
My fingers just pick my skin without notice
Now my thumbs look atrocious
I’m an addict minus the drugs and liquor
Now I’m officially a bloodsucker because of this disorder
I need to sleep
But I don’t stop until I feel the need
Can they tell?
I just picked my skin until I bleed
They ask “What happen to your thumb?”
And I turn numb
This is embarrassing
Enough is enough
Sadly I wish that’s all I could say to make this stop
If I’m sad or upset
I would pick my skin until I need to rest
What’s wrong with me?
I think I need help
Back when I was unemployed and depressed
I picked my skin to ease the stress
But it got so bad I couldn’t walk with sense
Yea it’s official
I need help
Nowadays it’s not as bad
But I still keep a box of bandaids on hand
I wish this disorder was fake or a fantasy
Unfortunately, it’s my reality
I think it’s because of my anxiety
I try to stop but it’s like trying not to pee as soon as you wake up
I need help with my sobriety
Vampire count Vladimir, his pointy fangs appear
at bare necks for biting, blood he finds exciting!
The crook of vampire’s bed, the moth and silk.
Each time he slept, a century’d gone by.
Afraid of key and lock, and lock of ilk—
hers golden spun atop the steeple spry.
The belfry bell at midnight’s bite, a cry—
no priest did hear confess as blight befell.
The fading moon, the hollow breach of hell.
Awakes to candlelight, the shrouded draw
of curtains forestry in thick of knell.
She hears the eek and shred of sharpest claws.
The bat is never satisfied, his eyes
do pierce the longest gloom of Winter’s white.
His dark decrepit cape— a purple vine.
The brood of brows and lids release no light.
Along the drift, one’s cross is much too bright.
The bloodsucker attentive, her laughter—
his strife. He clasps his ears. His thoughts chase her.
She hides below her hood— she’s dressed to kill.
This century he’d caught a chill— class fur
with stake. Her prowess aim— to break his will.
9/21/20
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I put a bug on you!
it was a lady?
it was a vampire?
it was a boogar?
No, it was a bug!
A mugger?
A burglar?
NO! A BUG!
Why is it .. red?
Is it dead?
It crawled with six legs - -
to my head! ..
right to the crook
of my arm,
Will it cause harm?
Honest!, that bug (CRUNCH!)
that bit you,
My friend!
is a bloodsucker out for lunch
That's it!
That's ALL!
It’s a parasite
My bloodsucker pet of some sort
It lives in comfort!
Blood-eating insect my adorable pet
It is a species of dusk feeders
Harmful to my skin!
My pet is an extraordinary performer
It entertains me often
I have my own flea market
And FleaFlea is the STAR!!!!!
Though a parasite
My bloodsucker pet is adored
It lives in comfort!
On my cats and dogs!
11/27/2014
Deep cuts skin, sips the river parts of my
system.
No excuses... I plead
To beg of a right
Now that I have paid
For it with my life
Give me a seconds chance
To explain in detail
The reason in existence
For my stance
ExcusSSSe Me! I'm just
Torn apart inside
The world I found out,
Is a bloodsucker in the night
And I am its victim
Being sucked bone dry
And drained down the alley
Left to die
D’weep
"Still round the corner
there may wait,
a new road or a secret gate."
J.R.R. Tolkien
Around the corner and up the creek
Lies in wait the horrible D’weep,
Watch out old man the hunger gnaws,
Will rip you from your horse an more,
Till you go to deathly sleep,
Perhaps perchance, you will sidestep round,
And dodge the fate of other clowns,
For just across the yonder hill,
Bloodsucker waits to have his fill,
sucked down like nice coleslaw,
hobbits haven’t never hid,
neath the sod of this godless crib,
Haddok fought an finally slew,
The mighty awful D’weep curlew,
Gone now the awful blight.
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver Contest Name In a land called fantasy..3rd.
I Slept with a Female Mosquito
(part II)
Thoughtless, it perched
The hollow leech, insolent bloodsucker
Sardonic radiation of the red mine; mine!
Psychedelic distress; wily mistress
She, nude, proudly poses pregnant
With my blood! I am drained
My blood. Myself. My! Fever
What’s my blood group, thief! I have no idea…
Where did you bite, vampire! My body itches…
Touched the jugular? Flying carnivore –
How many jabs administered, Anopheles!
Silence; mute, not a word, something is long!
Very long; That’s not bright. Wrong –
This fellows don’t respect the Permanent Secretary
A P.S! … what treatment, a P.S!
In a retreat, at the beach; I will not retreat
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