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Blood of Mine
By Warriorfreak
I may suffer the consequences
Of being a vampire losin’ my senses
I cannot deny
I cannot decline
This blood of mine
I’m just sittin’ here, lying in my bed
Swirls and spirals that fill me with dread
It’s hard to resist
‘Cause the next thing on my list
Is to try to decline
This blood of mine
Someone please help me, I’m finally commencing
I can’t keep control, the fear I’m sensing
I cannot deny in the days of the week
From the thirst of blood I therefore seek
I cannot decline
The dreadful thirst from this blood of mine
Can’t you see the agony
That I will live for eternity
There is no relief
For a heart filled with grief
I cannot decline
The great distaste from this blood of mine
Now I only need to know
If you truly think so
That I am just a normal guy
Who would never harm a fly
Can’t you see
A person of integrity
I finally think that you always want
A friend that doesn’t seem to haunt
So that’s why I say
Every single day
I cannot deny how I feel inside
Something that I can never hide
I cannot decline
The awful life from this blood of mine
- by x_fallen_love_x |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/13/2009 |
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- Title: Blood of Mine
- Artist: x_fallen_love_x
- Description: I am not emo. It is a poem about a GUY who regrets being a vampire with his awful life. enjoy! :)This is not plagerism. I made this myself, I swear as a mortal!~LOVE warriorfreak :)P.S. i m a girl!
- Date: 05/13/2009
- Tags: blood mine
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Weregirl89 - 05/15/2009
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Well first off heh I wasn't thinking you were plaguerizing till you said that heh so now uhm I am not so sure?
ANYWAY I just like it I think it is origional in the fact that few people have done it but many have thought about it. - Report As Spam
- Weregirl89 - 05/15/2009
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Well first off heh I wasn't thinking you were plaguerizing till you said that heh so now uhm I am not so sure?
ANYWAY I just like it I think it is origional in the fact that few people have done it but many have thought about it. - Report As Spam