Vampyre

Vampyre

 

Hear the silent screams they make

See the sorry souls they take

You've no chance, once they bite

You will not wake to the morning light

High pitched screams and frantic cries

They stare at you with blood shot eyes

White as porcelain, pale as white

you won't see them, they come out at night

 

There's no escaping, don't even try

They'll track you down until you die.

They do it all for the blood

From your body, like a flood

This human-like beast is drawing near,

Your body quivers, full of fear

Effortlessly, your pure soul it takes

It's not over yet, a beast it makes

 

You've many years now, left to live

When all you had was your blood to give.

 

 

Author's Note

*o*
Oh-hoho. This is currently my thrid poem I've ever attempted, and honestly, I like it. (:
It really gives a REAL vampire impression, throwing Twilight out the window(:
(In my oppinion)