
I didn’t ask to be made a vampire.
This high up, I didn’t ask to transpire,
it all started, as what I know now, as a Ponzi scheme!
Now, on top of a skyscraper,
I’m about to go back down to ground level.
I'm too far in and I can't get out...
then, there’s more doubt,
now, I’m forced to be a blood sucker.
Their smell lures me in,
I know it’s a bloody sin.
I’m intoxicated, especially by O positive.
A huge eagle swooped down, grabbing me off the top of the skyscraper,
he flew me to a desert,
where there was not a human being in sight…
for miles and miles.
So this was my escape…
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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