The Animal WIthin

By darknessrises909

I see her standing there,
On the corner of the street.
My conscious tells her to run,
But her heart beat calls to me.
It is too late,
Her heart beats fast.
She smells of cigarette smoke and perfume,
Her blood rushes through her veins.
The wind whistles as I race to her.
In a second,
We are gone.
She is mine.
She breathes quickly,
She is afraid,
I’ve turned into a monster.
The animal takes over.
My fangs sink into her neck,
Her skin is soft
Her blood tastes sweet.
She screams, she struggles to break free
I’m afraid I am no longer human,
I will not take pity.
Can’t stop myself
The smell of human blood,
The sound of her heart beating fast.
The warmth of her skin, until she turns cold
And she is one of my own.

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Copyright 2014 darknessrises909
Published on Monday, July 7, 2014.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Thoughts about what it would be like to actually be a vampire (Not the kind that sparkles).
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  • DarkDruidess On Tuesday, July 8, 2014, DarkDruidess (313)By person wrote:

    I love the "unsparkly" kind...those make more sense and sighs...this was wickedly good...

  • vicimineo On Monday, July 7, 2014, vicimineo (31)By person wrote:

    Deliciously dark....almost envy the victim...nice

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