It was late,
It was cold,
You smiled at me,
But I didn't see your blood shot eyes,
You gave me your coat,
I took it without thinking,
You went to give me a hug,
Little did I know,
You was after my blood,
With just one touch,
You had me under a spell,
I counted down,
Waiting for my fate,
For when its late,
You should never be alone,
The creatures in the night,
Come out for a bite,
So next time,
Be careful,
Who your with,
And who you trust,
They could end up being,
A creature wanting your blood
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My Dark Poems
PoetryTitle says it all. - They are not all dark, either. - And there is a few scary stories I found. Note: None of this is like, personal, or true, I convert my anger and depression into these poems. Some have meaning, others don't. Also there is a slig...
