The kill

by MorbidCupcake   May 21, 2008


Her mouth waters, so thirsty for something tasty
He's so close, she smells his blood
The urge so strong, she's just so hungry
With wide eyes, and a vicious smile so ready for a meal
He has no chance, he'll never see it coming
With the bite marks engraved, he won't feel a thing
One sip, turns to two
She's in love
For his salty taste is the only thing good enough
To suffice her hollow being, that has been sleeping
Awaken the beast, shine open eyes
Just one more taste, he'll be alright

And she goes in for the kill
Open veins, insert oxygen here

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