Monster
I suck people's blood
I'm not saying that it's good
But I have to survive
Maybe it would be better if I didn't
Do I care though
No
Yes, I am heartless
It makes me who I am
I am the undead
I sink my teeth into different sides of your neck
I take big chunks of blood from you
You scream
I laugh
You kick
I suck
Hard
A part of me wishes you would beat me
That I wouldn't be responsible for the death of you
But then I wake up and I remember who I am
And then I'm fine
And all is well
You collapse onto the floor surrounded by a puddle of blood
I carry you to a cabin near my house
It smells like blood and death
If I didn't just feed a few seconds ago
The smell would have been completely overwhelming
I stack the body on another person
I once again feel like a monster
Why am I getting a hint of a conscious
Never happened before
Whatever
What's done is done
I can't change that and neither can these bodies
That's that
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Girl With No Filter (poetry Collection)
PoetryA collection of poetry. I wrote this from the ages of 14 to 15, so try and be kind.
