Important
The night is so dark,
I feel so afraid.
I know he will come
for he needs blood.
“I’m back, young lady,”
he said with a smirk.
I look at him nervously,
his eyes are now turning red.
He come closer to me.
Without hesitation, he bites my neck.
The next thing I now,
he’s now sipping my blood.
I feel so weak,
my body wants to rest.
Minutes passed and he’s done.
He looks at me with his red eyes.
I know for sure he was satisfied.
I closed my eyes slowly.
I felt his lips touches mine
and then he’s gone again.
He will be back, I know.
Seconds passed, I feel his presence again.
“Miss me, young lady? I’m back.
I forgot something important."
“W-Who?” I managed to ask.
“You,” he said as he carried me.
“I’ll take you with me, young lady.
You’re already mine til eternity.”
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Love and Pain
PoetryLove hurts, indeed. But it isn't love if there's no pain because you'll still experience pain while loving someone. If love hurts you continuously, then it isn't love anymore.
