Vampire memory

the night is falling i was running trough the wood
my skin like snow my eyes like fire so red
i want to drink but no water can slake my thirst but blood
i see a little child playing lonely outside
i want to kill him but i dont do it
the pain is hard but killing someone is harder
i want to die but i can't
why is it always me
i dont know why but heaven hates me
i think


-michelle drosten-

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