When the sun goes down,
I feel the need for blood,
My instincts search for the scent,
My fangs twitch for blood,
I need to devour flesh.
When the moon goes down,
I wake up numb and cold,
I count the days I lived.
- Author: Shyam ( Offline)
- Published: April 3rd, 2011 04:42
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 28
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