Needs..

Shyam

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 Offline)
  • Published: April 3rd, 2011 04:42
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 28
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