I am running out of time.
My strength grows when you are here.
No precious blood that lands upon me
So here I am waiting for you to come to me
My precious human as shall you will see.
My blood, my spirit has been searching for such precious soul
With this cup in my hand i drink the blood of mortals except one
I held your heart for eternity still
Waiting and waiting for you to come so my soul won’t be grotesquely ill.
COMMENTS
-
sippa
09:31 Oct 04 2016
never give up; there is always hope