Trapped in the world of the living is the undead creature of the night.
Me.
Humans always act like they're superior, and it's beginning to piss me off.
Fragile little beings, they are, yet they portray themselves as invincible. Like there's nothing in the world that could take them down, and make them accept the defeat they deserve.
Until I stepped into the picture, and they scream, as my fangs sink deeply into their neck.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
