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The Remnants of Terror
if only i could be sure i was asleep and not awake but i cant be sure it seemed so real i can still feel him feeling him within my body taking me with such passion then to feel his fangs deep within my veins my submission swirling inside my blood are the remnants of terror my blood suddenly running hot with desires wanting him again fighting these feelings there is only failure i again need him so what was his hold on me why the fear of him yet wanting him so who is this being who only comes to me in the darkness of night i should know him recognize him for who he is what he does to me yet each morning as the sun begins to rise he leaves me desiring him dragging through the day in a daze waiting for the night once more dreaming of him yet feeling so much terror of the night as he arrives swirling inside my blood are the remnants of terror once more i feel him by my side taking me again helplessly i give in he turns my head kissing my neck till i feel his fangs digging in deep again the hot desires arise as he drains my blood from my body i feel myself sinking into a deep dark abyss to be no more the sun rises swirling inside my blood are the remnants of terror i slowly awake laying there the memories as vivid as they could be was this a real event or was it only a nightmare i had these two nights if it was only a dream then it could not have happened yet if it did...what slowly i crept to the mirror afraid to look two puncture marks met my gaze swirling inside my blood are the remnants of terror Vote for this poem
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