His hands latch onto the spring,
Fangs sinking into his victim’s skin
A craving too strong to dismiss
Taking blood as if it was salvation
Dripping down his chin,
Its sweetness brings him bliss,
A tradition that will last through his kin,
Nothing can match a vampyr’s kiss.
All around town, they feared him for his scars, His claws, his shadowed eyes. They labeled him a monster All...
You grabbed me by my hips and I'm not sure I was ready But the firmness of your grip gave me an odd sense of...
Etched into the surface forever Silent cries for help that never get answered Truly trying to show how...
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