10
votes
psychic vampires.
i
dont even care
to try
and write this shit out.
.
just.
.
drain my blood.
let me sleep,
love
i
dont even care
to try
and write this shit out.
.
just.
.
drain my blood.
let me sleep,
love
eventually as the life in your veins begins to trickle like a leaking faucet, you will find your vampire creating new ways to stir you up... like, for instance, being choked because you don't feel like immediately rushing out to getting her chicken nuggets after work. Anything to get a reaction. If you find yourself with the ability to still make choices, and have your free will, i'd advocate you end this arrangement right away. Love doesn't need to be like this, and as bukowski writes, there are worse things than being alone.