Addiction Poem by cassie damon

in the slience of the night
i feed on innocents
the sweet tart tangy tastwe of blood
it runs from my mouth and drips to my neck
where my lover awaits to plant a kiss on my cheek

the blood tastes sweeter with fright
ill drink my fill then hell feast on me
asnd well revel in our glory
i know its wrong
but i cant stop

each time i sink my teeth in ill say ill stop
then the next night im back again
with my lover encouraging me on


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