Staring blankly at the dark ceiling
Smiling for I can't see the stars dazzling
I know that an unexpected guest is coming
So, I'm not moving, for I am waiting
And here he comes, a tall dark man with a pair of sharp fangs
Mesmerizing red eyes and a husky groaning voice
His hands are full of blood, his nails are black and sharp
Gently holding my neck, freeing me from my breath
He drags me down to a deep dark cave
And for the first time I felt safe
Safe for I can see no light
Safe for I know he'll take care of my life
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoetryA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
