The night was young ,
as her ego sunk,the taste
of flesh never tasted the best,
looking down, hoping to change
it was real , but not a game
Hunted for sanctity,
vengend for love,
Asked for forgiveness ,
as her dreams
were shoved,
Just like twilight ,
for a minute
everything felt like
a play write,
looking up
praying for her guilt
to run away
Her story was not
like a gifted cretonne,
yet she thrived for her blood
as her salvation,
She craved for it
as it became her
griming temptation.

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