Slipping Into Darkness

Slipping Into Darkness

The room turned an icy cold,
as he slipped towards my bed.
His fangs dripping, crimson blood,
as he placed his lips upon my head.

My sheets soaked with icy fear,
knowing the game we'd now play.
My mind slipping into darkness,
I slowly bow my head to pray .

Found on a cold winters eve,
quietly crying by my fathers grave.
My weakness now his guiding light,
for I am now his unholy slave.

An evil grin forms upon his face,
as his teeth devour my innocent skin.
The pain begins to quickly unfold,
as I start to enjoy this wicked web of sin.

I now walk the night in wonder,
of what could have really been.
I now hunger for the taste of blood,
being it from animal or of men.

I sit silently upon this tree branch,
as the wind swiftly passes by.
I sit watching a young man laughing,
he has no clue .... he's about to die.



Now I ask...
Who waits quietly outside your window?

Never Guilt, Never Sorrow, Only Survival





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