what i do for the ones i love

 

powerful can't walk in

i can't walk out

the house holds me here

during the night iam whole

at day i walk alone

trapped on the otherside

frusterating at times

friends are in need

can't leave.

Too save one i must damn my soul

i made a pack, a deal with the cold

now im a powerful one,

im free to come and go, sunlight damages me

but free from my home.

rest easy my friends

your necks are not on the menu.

so frusterating trying to keep them alive

and safe with this damn town if its not my kind

its theres,

always something never any peace, always in trouble

one keeps are scerets and makes packs with my kind,

one i love but wish she stop wearing all that goth

one my best bud hides from me since i made my choice.

together we will stay in this powerful house.

 

 

 

Author's Note

this is something i wrote when i read the morganville vampire serise.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

I'm a simple man, d. I really don't know exactly what you're talking about, here. But, I suppose, to enjoy your poem, I really don't have to. And I did enjoy it--in a dark, vaguely disturbing kind of way.
You're rather a mysterious woman who writes even more mysterious poetry. Still, I would recommend this work because of the secretive, potentially dangerous, world you've presented--and because you did it so well.

[MoriartyMesa]

nice

[Althelia Marie Caine]

Powerful

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Awesome.