Frail Skin

Frail Skin

He stalks the night thirsting for blood
Looking for flesh in which to feed
A young fresh girl, defile he would
Bite her throat, to complete the deed

Pacing and crossing from every corner
Looking to score, his next dinner
The taste of blood, to fuel his fire
Lust for flesh, fill his desire

Supple skin, beneath his teeth
To consume his victim's final breath
His immortal life, his one relief
To never, experience his own death

His blood is rushing, his senses dull
He needs to find his victim now!
To devour another, innocent soul
So he may return to his crypt below

Out of the corner of his eye
A delicious specimen, he does spy
Raven hair, skin so frail
This is the neck he will impale

Walking closer, he smells her scent
To hell, her soul will be sent
He grabs her quickly, get off the streets
To feed on his, delicious treat

He tears into, her heavenly flesh
Oh how he feels the stimulating rush
He drinks until, he's finally full
He then thinks to himself who's the fool?

Chelley Bean Poetess