Submissions by Nythandros

My undying persistence cannot be resisted,
Nor my hunger sated,
By whatever means I'll be upon you,
Early death is what your fate is,
And when my teeth have sunk in deep,
No doubt the pain is hated,
Because your flesh is much too weak,
You should have evacuated.

What did you fear, when you got here,
Your reaction when you saw me?
My cracked blue lips, unsightly drips,
The stench of week old raw meat?
It's not so bad, lets have a chat,
And speak of how death can be,
Now that you've gone and shed a tear,
I'll lick...