“thievery Of Souls” - Poem by Kimberly Crumpler
A shell you’ll see, it’s all that’s left
From the body you’ve held, fed and kept.
Creatures of darkness, survival is their plight
Hunting unsuspecting souls, consuming all the life.
They search for food in bodies that bleed.
A fetish or hunger, for they have to feed.
Once in their grasp, entrapped and caught,
Robbed of your will, your strength and thought.
They can strike whenever, you never know,
Until left with a rush, stemming head to toe.
They appear in all forms and attack in all ways,
In bodies, through light and even sound waves.
So be aware of their venomous bite!
What should you do, when they’re stealing your life?
How to prepare for what could transpire
And not be sucked dry be a thirsty vampire.
If you find yourself dazed, confused and lost,
Run for your life, for life is the cost.
Believe what I say and know what to do
For soon they will come and feed on you.
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