A Vampire, by Albert Ahearn
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The soporific sound of rain
Falling on the shingled rooftops
Induces his subconscious brain
to summon id with every drop.
His instinctual impetus
craves immediate primal need:
vitality that flows through us.
Tonight the innocent will bleed
to quench within, a burning fire
that’s required to tame his soul
forever damned: a vampire!
who roams and stalks celestial
darkest nights for unfortunates
to engorge their blood to excess.
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Posted: 2012-10-21 22:35:10 UTC |
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