I wonder innocently through these dark alleys,
fearing the dark shadows i feel are lurking behind me,
The smell of my flesh and blood rushes through the air,
ive ran for far too long,
Im now out of breath,
i need to rest,
i pause for a moment, finding myself standing directly infront of a brick wall,
how could this be? this wasent here before?
i could swear there was an alley was for me to walk,
i turn, but as i go to head back,
i see another wall blocking my path,
have i been trapped?
or is it that i have been captured,
Have these alleys been their bait?
these creatures of the night,
they stand tall,
watching us all crawl,
they rule this night,
using it as a privilege to capture their next bite,
i freeze in fright,
as my breath becomes heavy,
i realize that for this fate, i am not ready,
i feel a cold finger brush my skin,
i now know she is here,
brushing her top lip against my face,
once reaching my neck, brings her movement to rest,
she pulls her top lip back,
and summons her fangs,
within the blink of an eye,
she sinks her fangs inside,
the pain is so immense
but i wonder if this is my end,
as i fear i will become one of them.
COMMENTS
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ladykate
01:24 Mar 06 2012
best "story" poem I've heard in awhile, good job