Dark Stranger
I wrote this a long time ago. It has a different meaning now.
By Jamie ProbstfieldPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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Who's that man sitting on the bench?
Looking so lonely, just sitting there?
Dressed up all in black.
No buses are running.
He looks straight at me.
Stopped in my tracks.
Hypnotic eyes, his were.
Big, Golden eyes.
They pulled me towards him.
Slowly I go to him, unaware of what I was doing.
He reached for me as I approached him.
Pulling me towards his chest.
Kisses my neck, makes me gasp.
Breathing faster, heart beating faster.
He bit my neck and my blood was draining from me.
I became limp in those arms.
That dark, Beautiful stranger killed me.
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