A bloodthirsty gigilo
with a closet full of skins
speckled leopard eyes
searching the dark, leary of shadows
Creeping nito the rooms
where slack bodies sleep
drawing blood like their misguided souls
out through the pores of their cold dead skin
Blood blossoming like an open rose
feeding the hunger, stirring the loins
whoring his soul again
giving in to the brief moment of savagery
He had loved them so, but his tainted bloodline could hold no prisoners
as the daylight swallowed the moon,
the vampire slept alone
A contest entry
- Missing [Lyric Inspired] by Pisces Pieces.
1750 points, ended July 24, 2007, 12 entries
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Fantastic imagery and very well expressed. As you read, it makes you think and wonder what it is you are speaking of, I always find that quality appealing. A great conclusion as well, summarizing it for the reader.
I can't say that I know much about vampires, but you certainly shed light..or dark I suppose..on the 'life' of such a creature. I sense a bit of sadness however, when in the end, although he has no choice but to feed of the blood and souls of others, there almost seems to be a loneliness in the solitude, no love and no companionship (for lack of a better word).
Great write, thank you for sharing and best of luck!
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