Wonderous Imaginations

You there?
Where?
Over here?
and why does my pitiful stem from angry rants from a crazed demon?
Shhhhhhh.....can you hear it?
The sounds of loneliness?
The sounds of his leaving.
I bite my lip, only to draw blood.
And taste my salty life draining from me.
I cry, then scream, then wail like a banshee.
Do you have wonderous imaginations?
Yes.....ohhhh yessss you do.
And do you wish to taste my blood? I give it to you.
Sacrificing my ego, for a moment of gothic pleasure.
Stop....right there, don't go any further, unless I say to.
And.......
I say to-----NOW!
Suck the life's blood from my lips, and say you care that much.
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uhhm, not a haiku...maybe you shuld have posted this in gothic
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.... or not at all ...?
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lol well, we gotta give them a chance, y'know.