Imperishable but still indistinguishable.

"Vampires...are still 'us'."

They say we're lifeless and numb inside, 

exsanguinating every hour, 

taking lives and breaking love,

but we're nocturnal, 

struggling to drink once a day, 

internally fighting our own souls, 

hearing screams and saving lives,

running fast from our allies, 

you don't hear us complain,

about the sun or the lack of shades, 

we cry cold tears and breathe like you,

then why be so heartless in this world ya'll?

Reviews

[Sarah]

The struggles of being a vampire :) Cute poem like it

[Fatima]

Thanks, Sarah