Master of You

by Melissa-Scorpio - Not entered

	Master of You

I am not like you
and you are not like me.
I am dead 
and walk amoung the undead.

I have no respect for you
for how do you respect
someone that fears 
and betrayes you?

I am your master
and you are my servent.
Whenever I beaken,
you come to me.

I shall still be alive
when you are rotting in your grave.
I can not die,
for I am not mortal.

I live in the shadows
of the human heart.
I drink of your blood
so thick and nourishing.

I may look like you
but I don't think like you.
For when I kill,
I show no mercy.

I am your master
and you are my servent.
Come here now
for I am thirsty for you.
		--Melissa

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-06-08 16:26:20
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:50
Poem ID: 45054

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