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The Bite
Contributed by
xXdeadXpoetXx
on
Monday, 7th May 2007 @ 12:26:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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pale skin
silk lips
red drips
i stare...
eyes gleaming...
skin like ivory...
and my neck makes him scream
he can smell my iron
standing...
darkest hour...
i wait...
smiling...
neck craned...
he whispers words
into my cold ear
he says he loves me
my smell
my ways
my blood
i give him one chance
fangs sink into my flesh
i wince, eyes crying
smiling from the corner
body shocks...
writhing...
wailing...
shaking...
and here i am now...
dead but so alive...
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2007-05-07 00:26:32]
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Re: The Bite
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by sicknivesevered on
Saturday, 22nd September 2007 @ 09:36:11 PM AEST
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| I like the creeped out feel from this, and the line "and my neck makes him scream" is ***** awesome. |
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Re: The Bite
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by safetyinnumbers on
Tuesday, 13th May 2008 @ 11:28:01 PM AEST
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Nice write.... |
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