I was mistaken in believing in the innocence of those beautiful lips. Her nature contrasted with the pure pink of her lips.
When she asked me to come closer, I couldn't resist the urge, the temptation.
And it was when she was draining my blood that I realized I should have been more cautious.
I felt my soul leaving me. I felt her smile as she savored my blood.
She enjoyed it.
She enjoyed my suffering.
Her animal instinct had taken over, and there was no hope left for my survival.
I called for death, but she seemed to enjoy the spectacle. And it was when I finally saw the darkness that I felt liberated.
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The Ghost We Left Behind
PoetryIn a world where shadows intertwine with memories, my past has cast a heavy pall over my heart, now securely locked away in an unyielding chest. I wander aimlessly, searching for something elusive-an unrecognizable figure or a flicker of hope-but t...
