Of The Undead

Of The Undead

A Poem by Lanaia Lee
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I really hate going to parties, especially when I have to go stag, all by myself, all alone
I only accepted your invitation, because you are such a good friend of mine
Choosing a little black dress, I prepare my makeup, being alone, I hate it, this I do not condom
Just the fact of being alone, really bugs me, but I know everything will be fine.
 
I leave my house, go to my car, then I am on my way
I have been concerned lately about going out at night, it's like I always feel someone or something as they stare at me
Hurrying, I waste no time getting to my destination, I do this without any delay
I can feel the eyes of someone, I know someone is there, this feeling just makes me immediately want to flee.
 
Arriving, I park my car, and start making my way toward the front door
Inside, the party seems to be going very well, everyone here seems to be so happy and gay
Then I spy a very good looking man, someone I have never seen before
I know the man has also seen me, as I feel his eyes on me, watching every move I make, you make me feel anything but O. K.
 
Soon I realized, you are walking straight over to me
You are so striking, as the first thing I noticed were your dark hair and eyes
Standing next to me you introduce yourself to me, I had no way of knowing soon, I would end up paying a tremendous fee
I just can't believe you are noticing me, you seem like a regal, self confident kind of guy.
 
Deep in conversation, we don't notice the time, soon realizing a couple of hours have passed us by
The party is starting to break up. so I ask you would you like to come to my place for a drink
You accept, then we go to my car, I hope I made the right choice, I really like this guy
On the way to my house, we talk all the way, we arrive, you come inside my home, when we are alone, I start to blush from this I know that my entire face is pink.
 
Still talking, you start to look at me very strangely, then I figure out, I have been stalked by you
You smile at me telling me you know, I know who you are, by destiny to you I was led
You all dressed in black, I know all the legends about the likes of you, from you, you tell me  I can't get away from you, my choices are very few
Looking up at you, your beautiful dark eyes they are now blood red, never would I have thought I would be involved with a member of the undead.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

© 2008 Lanaia Lee


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Lanaia Lee
Lanaia Lee

burlington, NC



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