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Life is a Vampire
My name is Life, and I have a purpose. I am a vampire. I take you into my wide open arms when you are very young. I wrap you in my glorious mysteries; joining you with me as we travel through time. I look deep into your eyes - deep into your being. I capture your soul (you cannot look away, you cannot run away). I bedazzle you with my appearance, displaying to you all the colors of the rainbow. I tease you with wonderous sights - visions of sunflower fields, illustrious azure skies, and rivers of milk and honey. I show desire for you; love for you. Embrace me and trust me completely. I will take care of you.
As I draw you to my bosom (take you into my grip), I prick your throat with my fangs - just a little nick so as not to frighten you. At first, I draw very little blood. Occasionally you flinch, but I reassure you with soothing sounds of light summer breezes and lightly falling snow; and that everything is all right.
You are growing older now, and the piercings get deeper - but ever so slowly, ever so gently. I am careful to keep you in my gaze; careful not to lose your trust nor your embrace - your love. I slowly suck your life away. And after many years of watchful patience(after you are completely under my spell) I have my fangs firmly in your throat.
I let your blood run free, but slowly, into my mouth. It runs across my tongue and down my throat (oh, how I savor the taste of it), into my waiting belly, where it sits hot, rich, and alive. I don't waste a drop. I want it all. I WILL HAVE it all! It won't be long now.
Soon your veins will start to constrict and your heart to seize. Your limbs will go numb and your vision blurs. By then it will be too late. There will be no escaping me. Nearing the end, your mind - for a moment - will clear. You will suddenly realize everything; your whole life has been all illusion. In a flash of panic, you feel the pain as recognition sets in of what I really am; of what is really happening; of WHO I realy am! I am a vampire and I have a purpose. My name... is DEATH.
(photo by Filip Karlsson - deviantart.com)
As I draw you to my bosom (take you into my grip), I prick your throat with my fangs - just a little nick so as not to frighten you. At first, I draw very little blood. Occasionally you flinch, but I reassure you with soothing sounds of light summer breezes and lightly falling snow; and that everything is all right.
You are growing older now, and the piercings get deeper - but ever so slowly, ever so gently. I am careful to keep you in my gaze; careful not to lose your trust nor your embrace - your love. I slowly suck your life away. And after many years of watchful patience(after you are completely under my spell) I have my fangs firmly in your throat.
I let your blood run free, but slowly, into my mouth. It runs across my tongue and down my throat (oh, how I savor the taste of it), into my waiting belly, where it sits hot, rich, and alive. I don't waste a drop. I want it all. I WILL HAVE it all! It won't be long now.
Soon your veins will start to constrict and your heart to seize. Your limbs will go numb and your vision blurs. By then it will be too late. There will be no escaping me. Nearing the end, your mind - for a moment - will clear. You will suddenly realize everything; your whole life has been all illusion. In a flash of panic, you feel the pain as recognition sets in of what I really am; of what is really happening; of WHO I realy am! I am a vampire and I have a purpose. My name... is DEATH.
(photo by Filip Karlsson - deviantart.com)
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