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Thursday, October 14, 2004


Poetry Posse
SWEET RAPTURE

My skin has become cold to the touch,
As my complexion begins to grow pale,
Eyes now sensitive to bright lights,
And flesh easily burns beneath the sun,
Body once overflowing with life by day,
Has been replaced with the love of night,
This thirst within that never seems to fade,
No matter how much i drown my throat,
My new found quench still does not disperse,
Why do i feel this way and what am i becoming,
Where i'll do anything for the taste of blood,
Just to have it fill me with sweet rapture,
With only a single droplet placed upon my tongue,
I shudder to know i think of this,
Yet a part of me is saying to just give in,
And i must admit that it feels so natural,
For my body to ache to steal a few bites,
What is happening,could this be,
Has the wanting become my awakening...

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