Like a vampire in the night
you suck my blood
my veins are tight
you scare me really
heck, you do
but once or twice
I thought I knew you.
What keeps me with you
is not the night- it's the day
and I really hope you won't stay this way.
I want to be with you
but I don't know how to cope
with your hands around my throat
squeezing like a tight rope.
I wish you were the person
you used to be
I wish it could always
be you and me.
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Dead Sentences
PoetryDying Poems, dead sentences. None of them will bring you near.