Deaths Blood
By VampireGirl
Lying in bed in the middle of the night. My fears have drifted in the window leaving me uptight. My eyes closed, with my covers surrounding me. Its as if I was dreaming. The mirror on my ceiling leaves my eyes staring at me. Everything so clear. My last moment of fear. Suddenly everything goes quiet not a sound in the air. I feel hands reach out from under my bed, and touch me here and there. The blood drips softly through the crack in the mirror. dropping soft splots of blood on my lips. Everything so bitter I whip away each drop that hit my face. Suddenly the down pour the blood covers my white sheets in red. The smell of a bad odder that quilted me. I was held down, and drained on for an eternity. Just then I felt the worlds pain in that moment everything settled in place Those that die live on, and we treasure our own pains for something worth fighting for, each drop of blood shed is a moment of being pure, being human having a soul, something those that die will treasure no more. Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 12:33 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 10
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