Help me father,
this blood keeps trickling,
from this vein.
Its red flow,
a slowly killing pleasure.
As I feel this vein die,
I feel mine becoming alive.
Why must I feel this father?
Why must fate test me so?
All I wish for,
is to live mortal,
once more.
It is not a two way circle,
father.
End my suffering,
or I can end yours.
A contest entry
- For The Vampire Lovers! by VampyreAnna.
400 points, ended September 27, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Ohh this is great! I love the threat at the end! It's very mysterious! I would suggest adding a little more description. Thanks for sharing and good luck!
God bless,
Bri -
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thank you so much, I didn't think it was that great but ok thanks anyway!!
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