Blood Junkie by Razel DaviesThe night,
Calling,
Hauling,
Me out.
I’m scared,
Falling,
Sprawling,
For that fix.
The bite,
Sleaze,
Sneeze,
Of liquid red.
I’m fulfilled,
A breeze,
On their knees,
I go back to shadow.
My heart flutters,
It courses through my veins.
The thick crimson,
Liquor manna.
Ecstasy,
Orgasmic breath.
Metal taste of death,
With a hint of Godly power.
I kill again,
For my hunger.
I’m whole again,
From the field of fright.
You are safe again,
Until the next night. 02/24/2009
Author's Note: A night in the life of a Vampire.
Posted on 02/24/2009 Copyright © 2025 Razel Davies
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/24/09 at 03:24 PM Razel, Razel, Razel. I see you're still into vampirism. Good write- very vivid and colorful images. I loved the last stanza. Wll, it's morning here- nothing to fear, huh???? |
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