'Vampires Feeding Diary'
Fresh meat, I prowl upon the night hungry and bewildered by this towns sum~ so many precious victims to choose from, so I just mingle until I'm sure I have found the one Miss (Nicknovas) is sitting in the corner with a look that can only mean one thing~ the mood swings and I embrace her veins by the fangs of a demon fiend Dancing over top of her corpse, orgasmic yet contaminated with regret~ Why is it that (every feeding I get) be filled by so much insatiable spirit? Always the same trip, my grave reads r.i.p. yet you still (can see me)~ invisibility means nothing when I spill it all into the depths of my poetry Like the log of my tears these past few years living imortal~ this little bit of time and am already an untamable devil ~Oh well, tomorrow I feed again.... Respectfuly Dead, ~Timmy G. (Yet the new found memory of giving her children birth doesn't make it any easier) Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 03:42 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Fresh meat, I prowl upon the night hungry and bewildered by this towns sum~..."