The Desensitizing of Vampires

this poem is not about me.

I’ve spent some time hanging out with

Sunken eyes and pale faces

Hands with receded cuticles

And some form of fake blood

           Spewed across their mouths

 

They always have the nicest bodies

Pouring over pulls

Far too bruised up in the veins for someone

To notice they’re not all that beautiful

 

People will throw money at their feet anyway

The creatures of

                This unforgiving underworld

We all find ourselves part of

Given just a little too much extra time

                On our hands

And a little bit of

                                Bad company

 

They always smell like the blood they’ve been fed

In the form of capsules

                Dissolving reality on the

                                Tongues

Of the not to innocent

 

They resemble something of nightmares

The way we used to think of Vampires

The type children aren’t sure are

                           Real        

 

But our nightmares are twisted into

                                day dreams

When I’m faced with an everyday vampire

Offering eternal youth in the form of a blood

                                Capsule

 

Of course it depends on who you’re talking to

Who is dumb enough to believe

                                Vampires are

           Real 

Author's Note

everything is intentional.