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Blood taker
Contributed by
AmaNdAsHepArD
on
Monday, 16th February 2004 @ 04:26:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
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What has happened to the birds in the winter
and the snow in the summer nights
what has become of you to night
when the sight of you cant be erased
I see the shadows of you on my walls
and feel the pain of your presence near
but what can I do to you do not see me
or feel my sorrow
with these tears I shed upon you
and the blood Ive spilt for you
I cry at night to hide from you
and scream in the sight of your
hands restless touch
but you I do not love
I do not lust for you
or want to hear your voice
or feel your cold touch
for you have disguised yourself
as my friend and allay when
really you came
just to steel my blood
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2004-02-16 16:26:37]
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Re: Blood taker
(User Rating: 1 )
by poison_touch666 on
Monday, 16th February 2004 @ 04:57:09 PM AEST
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| Drinking your blood isn't something to worr.. well maybe but i've done it, i've even drawn a picture using my own blood, maybe i'm screwed up but we all are inside. I like your poem it is very strange and i kinda see it weirdly, i wrote a poem a bit like this but it was actually about myself although i refered to myself in the 2nd person, just wondering if that's what your doing, maybe i'm wrong and maybe i've blabbered on too long. Nice poem i like it seems really raw and from the heart. PM me if you like. |
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