Rain sweeps in from the east crashing into the dry earth watering the waste known as this city
I've been cowering from the sun that burns its ugliness into my skin patiently awaiting blessed nightfall so that I may feed without concern
I've shut myself away from the world so that they can't see the horror in my eyes or the contortion that racks my body from the lack of fresh, warm blood
I remember waking up to this never after this life without you, I remember embracing the spirits of the dead, only to become one
How I wish someone would fasten a stake and drive it through my beat-less heart or cast a silver bullet and put it into my brain please rid me of this torment that surrounds me and is me
Immense resignation and immersion within this love! To feel so numb and recognise the darkness as the self is to be liberated in some ways...brilliant piece once more..because it can be internal or horror...works well for both..I love your style :) xx
do the truly evil things in this world have remorse? If they do, how can they be truly evil?
This is a powerful poem. The vampire genre is well covered but you put a great spin on it
gosh i love this its so depth with emotions and darkness. you can clearly feel the character as he speaks of himself and the imagery used in this is very good. i love it. just please if this is a vampire, no sparkles please lol (:
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..