Those Vampires fangs are so sharp and pointy,
As they dig into my neck the pain is tormenting anguish!
The vampire sucking out the pure red blood from my blue veins feels like being tortured for life.
Those few seconds of that bloody mouth sucking my neck had made me feel woozy and dizzy.
Now that he is off me, all I have left of me is soreness and throbbing pain.
It is not that long until I become one of them.
An empty, cold hearted, demon.
A VAMPIRE!
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Poetry
PoetryThis book is a various variety of poems that I wrote when I was between the ages of 11-15. It was when I first began enjoying and loving the wonderful world of poetry. Hope you all enjoy them. -Poet_Megan_Rose
