As a tear from your eye,
falls to the floor.
With cuffs on your wrists,
your fear I adore.
Sounds a mear muffle,
I hear from your mouth.
Wrapped within tape,
I slide the blade south.
You quiver and shake,
I mask in your pain.
Sharp, silver metal,
clinking on the chain.
How I love to torture,
and prolong the game.
Those big green eyes,
help they exclaim.
Pleading to me,
not a chance for escape.
Smelling the blood,
as it spills on my cape.
Skin once as white,
as fresh fallen snow.
Turning to crimson,
I watch your blood flow.
Puddling up,
down at our feet.
Your body now limp,
Heart without beat.
Nichole A.Dustin
12/29/2007
Author notes
Prompt, death, gore, vampires
A contest entry
- Dark, Vampires, Death, Blood, and Guts! by ShadowsDream.
450 points, ended January 11, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
My mother taught me if you have nothing nice to say don't say it at all. We are not here as pros, we are here to share our art and have fun. *grin*
Comments
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Amazing!
Congrats on gold!
Mazing....my mouth was hanging open...
It was amazing.....yep yep
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*evil laugh*
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wow!
very dark, but I liked it. Good luck in the contest. I am gonna read another poem of yours real quick....
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Thank you very much for your wonderful entry. Very well penned indeed. Best of luck in my contest and a very Happy New Year!
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