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Week 8 Poetry

 

God, you’re a vampire

sucking my blood.

You’re eating me up

But…

The world’s full of campfires

Lights in the night

Keep you’re head up

 

We roam the night

with our hands tightly tied

In search of a bite

to fill our appetites

There’s a sliver of light

from the hole from the knife

It proves that you’re human

and everything’s alright.

Everything’s alright

 

And the storm moved in

with a phantom wind

like the sickness under your skin

 

My body’s a vampire

It’s sucking my blood

I’m eating me up

But…

My heart’s not a vampire

It’s pumping my blood

spreading the love

 

We roam the night

with our hands tightly tied

In search of a bite

with our eyes open wide

There’s a sliver of light

from the hole from the knife

It proves that you’re human

and everything’s alright

Everything’s alright

 

And the storm moved in

with a phantom wind

Like the silence under yours skin

 

My heart’s not a vampire

it’s pumping my blood

spreading the love

 

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