poem its crap but still

[dramaqueensaz]

They want more

They’re coming for me
I can hear them
They’re calling my name
Taunting me over and over again
They can smell my fear
And they want blood
My blood
Don’t you get it?
They won’t stop till
Till they taste the warm
Sticky blood dripping down there
Faces, like greedy children
In a sweet shop
And they wont stop, not till
They feel my heart
Giving in whilst it’s clutched
In their tight fist
Blood seeping down past the
Elbow oozing into there cloths
Congealing
They still want more!
They’ll kill you all
Every single one of you
No one is safe!!
You can’t run, can’t hide
You can’t ignore it
Can’t throw money at it
They’ve tasted blood and they want more
You wont see them coming
You wont feel their claws
Digging into you’re neck
You wont feel their icy breath
Simmering over you’re skin
You wont smell the stench of death
And decay that comes from them
You will walk gleefully into their trap
Everyone dose
No one gets out
No one ever scurvies
No one has ever seen one
Anyone who has tried
Has become a no one
But they still want more