I close my eyes and let myself relax,
as I escape the world, something in me cracks,
I see myself in the night,
I see something lurk in the middle of nowhere,
linger I cannot,
the night feels hot, this is not real, it should be cold,
I turn my sight to see where I'am,
in the middle of nowhere, stuck near the tracks,
a man appears, making me face my worst fears,
his cold breathe on my skin,
his hands roam my thin self,
my heart starts to race,
I start to pick up my pace,
I stare into his eyes,
black, hallow and cold,
his skin pale, his person reminding of a statue,
old and gold,
he licks his lips and slowly moves to my neck,
I moan, his hands caress my middle,
I feel on my neck a peck,
he smiles, fangs exposed,
his hold closed,
his teeth pierce my neck,
my vein becomes his feed,
my body after gets disposed off,
I scream in agonizing pain,
my body and my brain became an empty drain,
I got limp hitting the ground,
I'am a wimp,
he smiles down watching me passing on to the world of mortals,
in my eyes appear portals,
his fangs covered in a beautiful shade of red,
I cover my neck as my skin bled,
Two holes pierced in your neck as you lay in the street... dead,
waking up, gasping in the cold dark night,
in my room, nothing lingers,
I touch my neck with my fingers,
I'am not dead.
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
Thơ caThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
