Becoming

A short poem about becoming a vamp. Well, i was bored in our class and the teacher was out and i started imagining so i wrote the image in my head and then i came up with this.

 

BECOMING

 

The night was dead long,

I can see the light no more

Darkness fell upon my grave,

Snatching me with instant hands.

I felt thy cold hands touching me,

As if to hinder warmth to run across.

I bore your teeth upon my neck,

Savoring each tasty blood.

You said it’s fine to feel the pain,

You said it’s worth every while.

I won’t see the sun no more

All it takes is just one bite.

Author's Note

just say what ya think.