Waiting for the night
To have that undeadheart.
Drinking your blood
Makes a beat in his heart.
Loving him is like a drug.
And you’re starting to overdose.
Scared of him, yes.
But seductive he is.
Yet he is undead.
Frightened.
Yet in love.
So you wait for the night,
For that undead heart.
(K.J.F)
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoesíaChains breaking Evil rising In this dark valley Breathless Hearts racing Blood pumping As you run Fear is consuming you As evil is coming closer You’re powerless Helpless Give up That’s all you can do Surrender Evil is here Possessing you (K.J.F)
