My Hunger Grew
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the night grows pale
I grow sick and frail
I need Blood I wail
I search the streets
I search the churches
I search the beach
nothing to be found
wait i hear something
whats that sound?
I quickly move in it's dirrection
I see a figure with a dark complextion
Food I houl
I run towards something foul
a Rat
my hunger grew
as I saw it scurry on through
oh what to do
Blood
my sweet red due
then I saw you
as you walked swiftly to your car
I can't wait to leave my scar
I creep up behind you
and before you knew
who
you lay their slowly dying.
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| Date Added: |
November 18, 2008 |
| Added By: |
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