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I wrote a poem inspired by Jimmy and Liz. Since he talks about biting. Enjoy this guys.

Submitted:Dec 11, 2011    Reads: 15    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Your scent fills my nose

A cruelly teasing aroma

Your blood pumps through your veins

Giving you the human persona

Forgive me for been so blunt

I do not often speak

I Hunt.

I wonder the lonely street

Past the park black with night

My heart beat a roaring drum

I long for your embrace, your bite.

Forgive me for been so blunt

I often speak too much also

I Hunt

I can hear your blood, a raging river

Through your veins, around the bend

Little girl realise I am alluring

But I am not your little boy toy friend

Forgive me for been so blunt

I seldom say a word

I hunt

Feel me near by I beg you

Drain me of my love

Drain me of my crimson live blood

I am the sacrifice, the dove

Forgive me for been so blunt

I often speak of you for whom

I hunt.

I shall not take your life

Live out the mortal years

Now you think my gift is fine

But soon it shall bleed your tears

Forgive me for been so blunt

But you need to understand

I Hunt.

Turn me I beg of you

I wish immortal life

I wish to shed human grief

I wish to be free of mortal strife

Forgive me for been so blunt

For your gift I long for, simply

I Hunt

I shall bathe in your blood

My fangs go through your skin

Do you feel my power now?

I will rape you of your sin

Forgive me for been so blunt

I hold such thirst for blood

I Hunt.

Please stop, please I beg

You're hurting me

I understand, I Understand!

The vampires curse is not serenity

Forgive me for been so blunt

It was for you I wished to be

I Hunt

Foolish little girl

You do not understand

Gift or curse?

The vampire grand.

Forgive me for been so blunt

I simply want you dead, it's what I do

I hunt.

How did I fall victim

How fall to this crime

I am always alive, never dead

But breath is absent in my beauty fine

Forgive me for been so blunt

Now I am of the night

I Hunt

My love in my dead heart beats

I feel strongly for my angel dark

Even in my years of wondering

I have never felt loves spark

Forgive me for wafting on

Kind words are new to me

Together we hunt



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