Blood

new blood

All my life I was afraid to die..

but now..

now I find power in the blood,

the blood of the living.

I was weak once..

human and fragile,

pathetic.

Now I am powerful 

with the blood that runs down their necks

onto soft flesh and an aching pulse,

slowly fading as I feed.  

Author's Note

no note really... just a small vampire poem.

Reviews

[genocide]

I love this poem it's very good my dear keep writing