vamipre poems

[dragons-black-blood]

this is another post strictaly 4 a sertin type of poem writen by moi.this one oveously is about ... you gessed it vampires thoughs beautiful mixtures of evil death and pleaser

ok as befor me first:


Wasted blood








Why are people crying?


Is it cuz everyone is dieing?


As the blood slowly seeps to the ground


I watch it travel all around


A nice dark red tinted with black


What a waist of a bullets attack


A soul was wasted so what we all die


But all that wasted blood made me want to cry


But I mustn’t do that it just seemed wrong


I must hunt to stay strong


I’m in the shadows


I only live at night


Since I was to late for him


Another soul must now take flight


There’s more than gust me


I’m not alone right now they’re my peace and serenity


My home


I’m not alive but dead


So stop your crying


I need to hunt


Run or you’ll be the next one dieing.


blood blood drip drip oh isint it glorious that beautiful blood so red and sweet and tasty oh the goy i get from blood