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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Vampire
[time] => 2002-09-14 12:17:41
[hometext] => True
[bodytext] => He was my friend , a chubby little guy with a grown up mind
I tried to tell him not to visit that house, I told him there was something evil about that man. But his brilliant mind dismissed my childish fear And the creature lured him with adult secrets They talked about private things like desires Taboo things, like women and sex. The strange and bizarrely erotic The creature showed him pictures and films They shared a cocktail of hormones, excitement, fear, and guilt. But my friend was overwhelmed by the fear and guilt And soon stopped going to visit the creature. The years passed and we became men Each going his separate way. My friend announced that he was Gay And began to refine his own cocktail Like a drug addict his craving for taboo sex Became the focal point of his life. Every waking moment dedicated to finding A spicier mix of eroticism, and adrenaline. First there were amyl nitrates Then bondage and then S&M His partners would come and go As they lost their newness and excitement. We talked occasionally over the years And I could see the jade growing over his heart. Once he described a new game his friends liked to play One that took them to the edge of Death The years passed yet more and we grew older. Adrenal glands wear down with abuse. His addiction grew harder to satisfy Finally he began to prowl for the youngest He could sense those with the right chemistry He taught them the secrets to unlock their inner narcotic.. And as they experienced dark ecstasy He would gaze into their eyes and feed on their feelings He has become the creature of his youth. The Vampire He thinks he hasn’t crossed the line and become a monster. He does not yet feed on children or death. Maybe he never will. Most don’t. Would he have taken this path If he had not met the creature? I do not know. Once he was my friend Closer than a brother I loved him. Now there is only pity. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Hutch [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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