I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.
Blood is thicker than water
And much more intense
As it trickles and oozes as it pleases.
It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.
I can’t escape the
Fingers crawling down the walls
And circling around me.
My only recourse is escape
From the walls caving in
As I tunnel my way out.
I want to be free from the evil
Destroying me from within,
Free from the despair and agony.
THE DEAD GAME
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SUSANNE LEIST 
The anguish that depicts the story falls heavy. A serious note , perfectly crafted.
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Thanks. I was going for that. It goes with the vampires in my book.
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