Hunt
You smell the blood,
that runs through their veins.
You envy them,
because they know the day,
while you dwelm the streets at night.
Afraid of the sun,
and what she may betray.
So you hunt the living.
You’re obsessed.
You’re hungry,
you just send an other human to hell.
To the hell,
called heaven.
Don’t send me to that hell,
there I can’t survive.
Let me join you
on your eternal hunt
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Little_Flower: | Zaterdag, december 16, 2006 12:46 |
| heel speciaal maar wel ook mooi :) | |
| Zaagsken: | Dinsdag, december 12, 2006 20:12 |
| spooky :p | |
| Marsie: | Maandag, december 11, 2006 15:48 |
| wouw, am imressed! Ever read the book Bitten by Kelly Armstrong? | |
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| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 december 2006 | ||
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