A familiar realisationA Poem by King of the North (but only on weekdays)A poem of false promises
He sinks his teeth into your neck
There will be no more pain my child You thank him, you praise him, you feed him You wanted this, he reminds you The blood flows straight from your veins, to him directly Your mind drifts to thoughts of how you deserve this The sleepless nights The many women you brought him The many men too You lured them all and watched their entrapment Watched as they lay in the spiders web, waiting to be fed upon And now here you are Like meat And yet, this time would be different You were no mere foolish mortal You always knew you would be more Master saw it too And so he granted you a purpose Familiar he called it His slave, his loyal assistant Do thy bidding, he would say And so you did, night after night Now here you are, your master feasting on the very flesh of your own neck You did good You earned this He will grant you what you wish Immortality, ever lasting life Make me like you are I want it so dearly And so the teeth did come down And the flesh it was pierced The process did begin But as you look to your master Kind master, merciful master Master shows no signs of stopping Quite the opposite You try to kick, you try to scream But you feel woozy, almost sleepy You begin to drift, and slip to a sleep from which you know yourself you will not wake And so you go Soon, very soon Your mind tries to fight it Your body betrays you He betrays you You are his familiar His slave His assistant You are not his friend You are the promise he will break You are his meal for this evening © 2016 King of the North (but only on weekdays)Reviews
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1 Review Added on August 31, 2016 Last Updated on August 31, 2016 AuthorKing of the North (but only on weekdays)Newcastle Upon Tyne , North Tyneside , United KingdomAboutHad a hard time trying to find an audience for my writing. So just gonna start slow and see what people think. more..Writing
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