darkness is black
it taste like fresh air
it sounds like the howl of wolves
it smells like hemlocks
it looks like the flame of death
it makes me feel engergized
Blood is crimson red
it taste like an energy drink
it sounds like painful cries
it smells like death
it looks like life flashing by
it makes me feel powerful
"waiting"
a lonely soul
stood alone
as time past it by
in this sorrowful world
trying to escape this prison
where it is bound
~my blood is red~
~your skin is blue~
~you are a vampire~
~so rule over my empire~
I made this poem up along time ago but I dont like the last line that much, any suggestions?
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