The Famine Poem by matt fromm

Quiet empty streets
Chilled to perfection.
The Scent's in the air.
I'm gonna get close to you..
The weight of the centuries rattles my bones
the satisfying quench your life filled wine
provides...
I've been starved fo far too long.
You can run
You can hide
But only I can fly.

Barrelling down on you.
The shadows provide no shelter.
quivering mad, I see those eyes to terrified to blink.
Living is a gamble
Feeding is my game,
Read 'em and weep,
You've just lost everything.
Dressed down in white
There's terror in your eyes.
Though, not to panic, little Darlin,
it won't hurt for long.
Orange moon illuminates the dinning area
There's nobody but us.
You never thought we'd meet again
it's time for to have a little taste.
Deafining is the clang of your silver cross at it falls from your inticing neck and slams to the pavement
sweet music to my ears.
If only I could die like you... I would know first hand
sensuous release.
A bouquette of wolfbane and 2 coins for your eyes.
I kiss your wounds one more time before vanishing.
And you fall back asleep.