The Vampire

The Vampire

He accidentally cut his hand,
it bled.
Oozing from his hand,
dripping on the floor.
I watched it fall,
every drop
sounding different
from the last.
I wanted it,
I wanted to taste his
sweet succulent
Blood. I put his hand
to my lips and
Sucked and drank.
Greedily, hungrily.
He looked at me,
surprised, disgusted
at my actions. Stopping
I pulled him close,
kissed his beautiful lips,
then bit his neck
taking every last drop. Finally
satisfied I left him there
dry, empty
Dead.

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Sofiel
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Sofiel wrote a review · Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:56 pm

I liked the idea behind this, it was interesting.

The first two complete phrases ended with the same word. You might want to find another word to use instead.

Samsal wrote:He accidentally cut his hand,
it bled.
Oozing from his hand,
dripping on the floor.

The capitals aren't consistant throughout the poem, some lines will start with a capital and some won't. The structure is interesting, and as I said I liked this poem but it would look more professional if you started every with a capital, or you started every line (not the beginning of a sentence) with lowercase.

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Samsal
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the kiss was more lust than anything.

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Bookmarker
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That was really creepy! :shock: It was so creepy that it was really good! :) Maybe you could add why you kissed the person though. Was it love or a distraction?

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qirrat awan Review

hey its great!
i uh.... i am not a teacher and cant really tell about your mistakes because i didn't find any i thought like i was watching a video of rock music! it was really great i like it!
It is a mixture of a little seduction and mischief with sprinkled horror!
Its a great composition!
Keep up with your imagination!



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