Topic:
"Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make." - Dracula, 1931
slumber party
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A nightowl calculates nighting gales howls
foul stench of the shawl swallows shallow - loud
our nighting gown growls, groans and grovels proud
allowed loitering in lower case down
the feathers fly in swoons on what to watch
frankenstein's monster, bride of the lost
no, no
i got it..
little old dracule
the cruel and unusual for sure
we pull out the pillows and fluff
sit in a compfy position and stuff
our face of junk food lollies of sorts
away from homework, stretched beyond this earth
sure that the next step of pressing play plays
we are some safe, ready for what awaits
we wait in horror shook shocked and rocking
the vamp bites and breaks the flesh still sucking
no victim is of worth worthy our feel
a room full of girls bored anything is real
i smother one and drag one off to the bed
the others restrain and fight but i suck neck
only hickies, wounds but nothing too bad
the girls laugh like media influences sad
people like us are beyond the depths realms
we have to go into the tv to become the now
we have no plan but soul through others eyes
we gaze and peer through what is endless vice
our skin turns to dust our iris like balls
they align with the fangs and grow us tall
we awake in night terrors stake in hand
our cloak, with daggers draped where we stand
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this mission is over we're darkness fell
too bad if we sleep though our blankets are now on the otherside of hell
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we cuddle we crouch we drink our own blood
yet these four little girls still wonder whats such
...a period to an empty cup
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the end
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