So cold I'm so cold Warmth would sear me Almost kill me But I know this not to be true I am so hungry I am so thirsty The night is on fire I feel every living flame Hunger is my pain I seek food to quench this hunger My eyes burn The nightworld is alight Crimson and moon droplets I reach out, my talons eager Gripping one of these flames to me Digging into living flesh I am starving for its life I am desperate for its killing warmth My fangs sharp and glistening I sink them deep, puncture flesh Life courses into me, hot and wet I swallow and swallow and swallow So cold is now so hot It's like molten lava in me The flame is dead and I remain alive A fire burns in me once more I am all powerful, I could do anything And my magic that I do Is holding undeath as alive
Oooooo, this is good! The words you chose to describe this feeding made me feel like I was feeding myself. You can feel the warmth of the fresh blood of your victim replacing the cold emptiness and hunger from the inside. "The flame is dead and I remain alive", satisfaction! Excellent write!
Oooooo, this is good! The words you chose to describe this feeding made me feel like I was feeding myself. You can feel the warmth of the fresh blood of your victim replacing the cold emptiness and hunger from the inside. "The flame is dead and I remain alive", satisfaction! Excellent write!
A very captivating and terrifying vampire poem.
We are all just little flames of energy and blood to the vampires.
Excellent poem, well done, very creative.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..