Vampiric Heroin

by The Black Angel Lloyd Rose   May 24, 2007


As the fangs push deeper into your neck,
As you realize your life's been wrecked,
As the blood runs down your chest,
Heroin's nice, but your blood's the best.
Feeling lifeless, feeling alone,
You begin to lose feeling; slip into your own zone.
As the memories flash before,
You are lifted off the floor,
As I kiss your gentle lips,
As your fingers loosen their grip,
As you kiss me in return,
I bring you back to life 'cause I can't let you burn.

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  • 16 years ago

    by chelsee

    Freaky vampire goff take this site seriouse its an illness and not a fukin game

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