Like a serpent who quietly slithers on the ground Quietly You strike without cause or reason Only to feed your need on your prey…me And then Unfelt Lives on Whilst I lay there bleeding Dying Wondering why you have forsaken me You who were my friend You who are that very serpent whose eyes Uncaring Ignore the pleas [...]
When Countess Dracula swoons
Her breasts both pop out like balloons





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