Gothic Poet
11-26-2008, 10:19 PM
The dampness creeps over, the darkest of nights,
but here i am, out seeing the sights.
Listening to crickets, birds and toads,
i wander the parks, beach and road.
When off in the distance, i hear a strange sound,
a scittering, scattering, bone-chilling sound.
And as it draws near, the flash of the skin,
the ice cold sensation, and then it begins.
I feel it wrap cold arms around me,
but i do not fear for it holds me so gently.
Its breath, oh so soothing, i hate to admit,
and its sight is so beutiful i lapse into fit.
I feel the teeth sink into mine flesh,
and the agony hits me, new, and fresh.
"You will be mine!" Said the voice to me,
and thats all that i needed, to drift into sleep.
but here i am, out seeing the sights.
Listening to crickets, birds and toads,
i wander the parks, beach and road.
When off in the distance, i hear a strange sound,
a scittering, scattering, bone-chilling sound.
And as it draws near, the flash of the skin,
the ice cold sensation, and then it begins.
I feel it wrap cold arms around me,
but i do not fear for it holds me so gently.
Its breath, oh so soothing, i hate to admit,
and its sight is so beutiful i lapse into fit.
I feel the teeth sink into mine flesh,
and the agony hits me, new, and fresh.
"You will be mine!" Said the voice to me,
and thats all that i needed, to drift into sleep.