Vampires

Lame, gothic poetry.

The moon is full and shining down,

The sky is dark as coal.

The stars are shining pure and white,

So much unlike my soul.

With every breath that I inhale,

I feel my darkness grow.

Despite how hard I try to fight,

So smooth, it seems to flow.

With distant thunder, I can feel

My insides start to burn.

And for a tiny taste of blood

My body starts to yearn.

I pull my coat around me tight

And walk against the wind.

Inside my head, I slowly pray,

“Forgive me; I have sinned.”

The raindrops come so suddenly,

And then, my face is cold.

Then, suddenly, a flash of light,

There’s lightning to behold.

A figure floats across the road,

I clench my teeth down tight,

Then, duck into the shadows,

And prepare myself to strike.

 

 

Author's Note

Please. I wrote this out of boredom, not because I'm one of those huge vampire fanatics.