Hey it's DeathWaltz Roxas. I'm putting this poem on here that my girlfriend wrote, since she's to shy to do it herself. And of course, I'm putting it on here under her name, so she can get the rep for it. Hope you enjoy it. -Love ya, babe~ I stare up at a bright full moon My face stained with tears I look down at my hands, which feel strangly warm My hands are covered in red syrup..sticky and warm I shut my eyes tight trying to make it all like a bad dream I open my eyes, I look around..scared. I see people....dead... Who could have done such an awful, hurtful thing? I look down, the syrup dripping off my hands, I realize that it's blood My question answered.. I begin to cry once more, My heart hurting I fall to my knees Scared of myself and what I've done I don't want to kill, what came over me? How could I? I searched my mind for something so much as a small sign, My heart skips a beat, I feel my fangs pushing through, I feel the thirst for blood, which means I know what I've become, The blood around me...vile..digusting Old blood...dead blood... I need..fresh blood..new, sweeter blood. My eyes skip across the dead bodies I see a young girl, about my age She's not afraid..she's standing there, a grin plastered on her face.. She's grinning..at me.. Then suddenly..she..disappeares... By ~Amanda Lynne Olson~ {September 23 2008 at 6:49pm}
