So cold, so pale.
You lie before me.
Your blood has vanished,
People say.
How? Where? They ask.
They don't ask me but I could say.
Your blood gives life to me.
It was a good snack.
Your blood was thick,
But I got it out easily.
It was warm, but very delightful.
No body knows my secret and
Those who know never live to tell.
You are not my first nor my
Last victim.
My first was 100 years ago and
I will never have a last.
They have all been your age.
17,
That is the age I drink to stay this
Age.
I know where your blood has gone.
I know where it has vanished to.
No one will know but me.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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