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|A poem about a relationship with a vampire. This is written from the 'victim' 's point of view because I feel like everything is always from the vampire's point of view and I wanted to try and write a poem that captured a mixture of love and obsession and being entranced. Hopefully I've done it to some extent lol.||
Sweet…almost, cloying and thick,
Filling my senses, almost making me sick,
Yet…I’m addicted to this knife-edge sensation,
Clouded by sweetness and infatuation,
I can’t…I won’t…couldn’t…
Lost my way…shouldn’t…
White, my hand, whiter still your skin,
The red smeared across my throat like sin,
Sharp pain followed by a feeling like a breeze…
Sweetness mixed with pleasure mixed with pain,
I promise each time it won’t happen again,
Despite the slowing of my pulse, the pain in my throat,
I still feel that sweetness like a singular note…
And again I arrive on the edge of the abyss,
Staring straight at death…staring at this…
And you pull me back, like always, back into the light,
Don’t allow me more than a glimpse of your world of night.
And every time I beg you to let me be like you,
Let me. Please. Let me have this sweetness too.
Then you always ask the question that bleeds me dry,
How do I know that you won’t just let me die?
One day you will go to far, or I know you not at all,
But will it be love or hunger that makes you let me fall?
|I Am The Ice Princess||Knife|