And I am finally awakened.
To the world I say hello,
But to the mighty sun I am frightened.
And I rise to meet my body's demand.
In the darkness I wait for thy neck,
To taste of your blood drives me mad!
And so there you come a-strolling,
Oblivious to the malign in the air.
So do I inch closer to you, beautiful thing.
And like the fluid air I wriggle to you,
Yet you do not feel my evil.
Proceed to your neck I should and must do.
And to me you turn your head,
I was halted in my tracks.
Your beauteous scream as rich as your blood so red.
For an eternity of sleep, never have I felt this--
This palpitation against the sternum.
Oh, pretty thing, you put me in unease!
You tell me to let you go,
But no, I shall not.
Yet I would not drink from you, oh no.
Please, look me not with those crystal eyes!
THEY DRIVE ME AWRY!
My attraction to you dwarfs my size.
But I won't let this build up inside of me;
So, as much as I hated to do,
Your neck I shall bite, and doom you shall see.
Pray hard, pray always,
That I may not see another you.
You, who hindered my evil ways.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
A Frenzy of Blood
Posted by The Stage Director at 6:56 AM
Labels: bloodfrenzy, poem
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