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Nothing else matters anymore,

It's all about the one.

The one thing that gives life,

Or can even take it away.

Tasting and craving it,

Wanting and needing it.

Every vein in my body

Tells me to find it, drink it.

I listen to it,

Dreaming of the taste.

There, now, the prey comes,

Startled by my presence.

A smile, a polite apology.

A smile in reply, a quick movement.

It's in my mouth now,

Flowing down my throat in

Pure ecstasy.

Nothing else matters,

The body falling to the ground.

Now that I have it,

I am alive again ...

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sculptarexdexfrumuse
21:54 Jul 01 2009

An amazing piece! An intersesting use of repitition, also. This caught my eye.

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Metamophisis is changing my life,

no sex or love of a wife.

im a loner fucked with strife,

ima ask for blood and heres a knife.

slit the wrists, ignore the pain,

slit the throat and let it drain,

no matter who's blood its all the same,

to me its life to you its a game.

my time to feed is your time to bleed,

your skin is soft your heart is the seed,

your life essence is all that i need.

follow me and i shall awaken thee.

a trickle of blood on your lip,

just a drop,

a little sip,

come with me on a crazed feeding trip,

and into your heart it will rip.

this craving i have is deep inside,

a craving nothing else satisfy's.

its all there its all that i need,

its over there, its all around me,

some one better give it to me because,

I'm about to rip,

I'm about to go and take it without

consent.

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sculptarexdexfrumuse
21:54 Jul 01 2009

I really loved this...The way you wrote is beautiful, the words on how you spoke. I felt was rich and very good imagery to picture in my mind.



I absolutely adore the lines: "Metamophisis is changing my life, no sex or love of a wife."



Poetry is always an outlet for emotions, and what you have is a great start.

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It was hot and cold

Sometimes new and always old

I am young as I was before

My soul had been sold

It was the trill

Of the devils skill

It’s the wound that won’t heal

And he always comes against my will

I am creature of the night

I always cause such a fright

And there is a legend about my bite

But with my race, it is alright

I am the vampire

And I never tire

My throat is consciously on fire

So is this what they all admire?

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sculptarexdexfrumuse
21:50 Jul 01 2009

The poem are really well made and authentic, congratulations. You definitely have a way with words. Beautiful description.

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