Submissions by leliana
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
your pain is my pleasure
I yearn to see the red blood flow, the pain on your face as time seems to slow.
The anguished screams that you cry will be my bed time lulubye.
The darkness stirring deep within, my shields of light growing thin.
I the predator, you the prey.
To me your pain is like a sweet summer rain.
Your fearful screams drawing from my lips a pleasant sigh.
Now its time to run.
Run or at my feet you will die.
The anguished screams that you cry will be my bed time lulubye.
The darkness stirring deep within, my shields of light growing thin.
I the predator, you the prey.
To me your pain is like a sweet summer rain.
Your fearful screams drawing from my lips a pleasant sigh.
Now its time to run.
Run or at my feet you will die.
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What do you see in me?
Am i just a passing thought,
a shadow barely seen?
Something you forget,
just like last night dream?
Or am i perhaps something more,
someone you love and adore.
Will you hold me close at night
like a child does a doll,
or toss me away like a leaf on the breeze.
What am i to you?
How will i ever know.
Tell me you love me
Tell me you hate me.
Just tell me what i am to you.
a shadow barely seen?
Something you forget,
just like last night dream?
Or am i perhaps something more,
someone you love and adore.
Will you hold me close at night
like a child does a doll,
or toss me away like a leaf on the breeze.
What am i to you?
How will i ever know.
Tell me you love me
Tell me you hate me.
Just tell me what i am to you.
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vampire love
I care for many
give my heart and blood
like a vampire they feed
till my veins are dry
like them i become the walking dead
a shadow, a ghost of what i once was
no longer am i a blooming rose
but the poisonous nightshade
come to me and feel my black death
ill only take a little
...then the rest
give my heart and blood
like a vampire they feed
till my veins are dry
like them i become the walking dead
a shadow, a ghost of what i once was
no longer am i a blooming rose
but the poisonous nightshade
come to me and feel my black death
ill only take a little
...then the rest
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