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Adventures of a love craving vampire girl

By gabriel ricard

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Once upon time, deep inside the house of death There lived a young vampire girl named Beth She lived a sad life of glitter of scars And kept all her razorblades in blood filled jars Despite all her loneliness and lack of vampire joy Beth held onto dreams of meeting a young vampire boy One day, she finally escaped from her attic of bad dreams Leaving behind nothing more then her dying evil parents screams She moved through the night with her plan twisting in her mind But over many days did not find him, so her hopes began to unwind One night Beth passed through the valley of the dead And met an old women dressed only in red This cackling old bitch with pasty white skin Sold Beth a black vulture made of the most sinister tin Beth took to the clouds, high above the forever rain She felt so invincible, so cut off from her pain In the back of her mind, her voice told her it would not last And soon the tin vulture was plummeting back to denial fast She crashed into a graveyard and fell in a pit Of bottomless pain, poor little Beth threw a fit She slashed up her legs with maggots and flies And filled the graves with her self inflicted cries The poor girl feared she’d never find her love lost But forced herself from the pit, she’d find him at any cost Dragging her feet in the dirt as she whimpered and stalked She soon came to a house with a hidden attic whose entrance was blocked Beth showed the bouncer her fangs and was informed of the rub That she had just stumbled upon a new vampire/human club She was allowed inside and walked down a single stair And gasped at the sight of all the potentials there She showed them her scars and prayed for an end to her fight Over finding true love before the end of this beautiful night She lifted above the ground and met many a vampire boy Who sought use of her as a only a one night only toy Discouraged again and again, Beth soon sought escape To avoid ending her night with misery and with rape When her left eye caught something that sent her heart in a whirl Hiding out in the shadows was another and stunning vampire girl Beth couldn’t believe how this girl suddenly made her feel She wanted to meet her and perhaps share a blood filled meal Beth moved up behind her and unsure of what to say Dug her sharp nails into her back and begged her to play The girl named Mary smiled sweetly and said yes And suggested for FUN, they make some poor man quite the mess The two girls moved through the throbbing masses hand in hand And Beth noticed the sleazy lead singer of that night’s band He had just gotten finished with a seven hour set And had plans to destroy some girl to satisfy a bet Sleaze king scanned the crowd and searched for the lucky girl to thrill While Beth and Mary caught him and went straight for the kill The crowd stopped their grinding and watched for moments in awe As Beth tore open his neck and Mary snapped off his jaw They finished up their kill and fled from the place And returned to Beth’s attic where they fucked at a frantic, furied pace When they finished, they cuddled in a bathtub of blood Their love was complete and the past in the mud End.Once again....I actually liked this so if you didn't then lick me... Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 02:09 PM PST   0 • 8

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