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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Poetry

A view point from the monsters perspective.

Submitted: September 04, 2018

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Submitted: September 04, 2018



From a distance away, your heart beat is in my mouth.

Your veins, flowing with red purity, sweet, sweet wine.

The smallest breath can be heard.

You are not alone.


The path you tred is dangerous, it shows you to the darker places,

Sins yet to become reality.

Lost in your own mind, you are the easiest kill.


Your fingers flow through the flora of old.

One bites you, or was it a thorn?

Two drops of scarlet fall from your finger tips,

The scent triggers something inside me.

Blackness over comes my vision,

You are not alone.


My bodily instincts take over, my thirst blinds your innocent face.

The thirst for your sweet, sweet wine -- 

Your body, limp in my arms like a doll was drained in great satisfaction.

Now just an empty bottle, among the pile of others i drained that night.


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