A few poems.

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He’s going to drive me crazy,
But I still rather call him baby.

He’s going to give me a stroke,
But when I die, he won’t be broke.

Even if I gave him my money,
He’ll refuse to call me honey.

I tried to satisty his needs,
It always ends in greed.

What would you stay, to a girl who couldn’t stay away.
Who found herself back in the beginning,
The same place where she started?

Vampire Venin

Blood is what keeps your heart beating,
It want keeps others feeding.
Mind flowing with thoughts that come to a sudden stop and all cleared.
Blank faced, and looking into the eye’s of a killer.
Face shadowed by blonde locks of hair,
Head canted to the side, smooth skin to his appeal.
Normal human teeth shift to accomodate fangs,
Ones to kill.
Your last look at the killer;
Silver-blue eyes soften, letting you know it’s okay…

It was only a soft poke, like a needle at the doctor.
I felt it pierce my delicate flesh and kept going, right into..
my throbbing vein. My very life essence being sucked away, to keep another alive. An unfair exchange.

Okay to let go..

A few poems.

Venin

South Bend, United States

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