I dropp to my knees,
Every time she says please.
My blood I spill,
Until she drinks her fill.
She hyponotizes me,
With every red droplet preparing to flee.
As we bleed,
We also feed.
She makes another slice,
As we listen to Thrice.
I miss a drop,
As I hear her shoulder pop.
My teeth sink in,
As the room begins to spin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem