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Recreation of the Vampires
My hands started to shake,
and my muscles retracted,
as I bled from my eyes
with the evil I had enacted.
Bonded by the Vampire,
whose mouth slurped hard,
on the soft sweet woman
whose comfort I guard.
Oh how so luscious
was her heart in my hand,
after sucking her dry
all night as I planned.
My eyes turned purple,
bloodshot from the fury,
my fierce attack engulfed
her sweet loving glory.
Intensely besotted
with her power within,
I waited and waited
until I seen her grin.
She awoke with hunger
and the ferocity of hate,
I knew she smelled me,
and I knew of my fate.
She was the ultimatum,
the sin of a sinner,
and was seeking out
her grandest dinner.
I stood there waiting
as my purple eyes burst,
the scent she seeks out
is what she purely thirst.
When she finally found me,
she attacked me with a rampage,
and stripped me of my head,
then sucked me with a damn rage.