Crimson lust pt. 5

Blood stained wood , a cross to faded
to be seen as important or even holy,
he wake's once more as he lets a hand
grip the coffin as his lust returns once
more , a creaking door , foot steps slowed
as the moon welcomes him.

He breaths in the night as new life beckons him on
,never knowing rest when the sun is gone , always
craving that sweet and salty drink that only lasts
for a night , he walks on as he pears into the night
wondering where his lust will lead him .

His head raised as he takes in all the smells around him ,
he licks his lips as he goes for his next taste of crimson,
he walks oh so slow as he hears breathing , the breath
has fear which excites him as fear makes the blood much
sweeter , the man stands trembling unaware of the fate
that is about to befall him , he only knows that his time
is close to an end .

With a gasp that was cut short before a yell his throat
is cut and teeth sink in as the lust is once again satisfied.
eye's grow cold ,lips turn blue , breathing now gone he lays
there motionless as the lust once more is satisfied , nothing
able to over come but death he walks away with a sigh knowing
that there will always be a place for him.

The night goes on as the moon rises higher he See's another
but they seem indifferent to fear there more ignorant thinking
the night was meant for them , he get a smile to his face as he
approaches knowing the sweetest taste is that of a foolish heart,
they stand there in the night saying evil is eternal , and they worship
what others fear , he becomes bold and reveals himself.

Evil my friend is the inosence of child , so pure so comforting for
those who embrace it and cover them protecting them from the light,
one would be foolish to think evil and darkness are only on the surface,
fangs revealed he smiles as this supposed worshiper of the dark shows
fear as he realises that evil as he thought was just a small insignificant
part of a shadow that go deeper and darker then anything imagined.


He takes a step as the man walk backwards trying to find a
way to take back what he said , but it is to late as his neck
is snapped and he blood drained , the night full of such delights
no one really under stands the depths of what evil really is, but could
there be a ray of hope? who knows but the crimson continues on.
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this is part 5 of my crimson lust poem/story the story is getting more
interesting now I'm trying to add more detail though there are some
things i am having problems adding , anyway comments and suggestions are
welcomed.

Very scary poem I could imagine everything happening as I read it. Especially the part at the end where his neck was snapped and the blood draining from it. This would make a great horror movie. I can't wait to read part 6.

Yay!!! ^^ I found and read all 5 parts and I liked it very much!!! What a coincidence actually, I put on "Queen of the Damned" music album and went on AO and here it is- a poem about vamires perfectly going together with the song... so cool ^^ lol

I thought this is the best part, because it seems to have more action than the others and it's different from the others...

Really enjoyed reading this and will be waiting for the next part.

Duuuuuuude! Mr.Chefy-poo! These are great! You should make a book called
Vampire Memoirs!
So detailed!