The Last Memory

by Krissymkitty   Oct 17, 2007


Out of breath
In this abandoned room
Sitting in the corner thinking about my life
Good memories
Bad memories
Everything
Then, a knocking sound...
Who could it be?
No one but I know of this place
I answer the door and there he stands
He who tore me apart
He who put me into this room
I fell to the floor...breathless
As the vampire I fell in love with
Took my life
His face, my last memory

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