the death.

have you heard of vampires? come in thirsty for blood and wander around our beds.

not more different

but to be honest,

I do feel like a prey of a pretty vampire.

sick of fancy bonds that come into life

was hypnotized by their stingy fangs.

dear mr. vampire, aren't we the same?

wandering through dark woods of shameless ties thicker than distilled water.

get easily jinxed by lurking beings,

who come in search of bloody stains.

I still wander and you just watch,

as a knife goes deep into a slashing throat...

you and I, we always fight by

trying our best to kill ourselves.

until next time,

~vinnie_writes