Words are hidden through bloodstains,
Fallen angel drink up the demonized sorrow.
It gurgles the feast but feels no gain,
You will have more when life is at end.
Feast on the blood of human vein,
I will find more victims, to you I shall send.
Their flesh will be ripped and scattered,
In desperate search for their pulsing heart.
I treat them as they did me, like my life never mattered.
But now I choose your fate.
Beg me for your life,
But you already know it’s too late.
Blood leaks from every bite, death is near.
Hell calls, to where you shall reside.
The last sign of life is a scarlet tear,
Which is wasted on the angel’s apathetic torture.
Their blood gives off the aroma of death,
Dribbling from mouth unto floor, forming a rose bud.
Its hunger is too great; there is too much blood lust.
I smirk knowing my punishment.
My ashes to ashes, my dust to dust.
Author notes
Well I just found this old poem on my computer. I thought I'd post it cause it would be interesting to see reactions. It says I was about 13 when I wrote this so enjoy a 13 yr old me write.
A contest entry
- Teens & Young Adults by DAMSELx.
300 points, ended August 30, 2008, 101 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This was one of my 1st poems. What do you think?
Comments
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I like this poem alot. very graphical, I can imagine this as I read it. but still, you must have had a very dark childhood to have written this at 13. all in all, im impressed
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Mmmm a hint of vampirism. The imagry painted a wonderful gory bloodstained mess in my mind, limbs lying everywhere and white skinned corpses filling a black room with boarded windows. I theres any more deep somewhere in your computer, please add =D
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