Story to tell

random poem i made up before i fell asleep

In the depth of the night,

Nothing can be heared

Not absoutley anything,

Nor even a bird

Thats why this is the time,

For me to come out and feed

But im not that kind,

Thats full of greed

Whom takes lifes,

For the sake of it

His fangs like knifes,

You're here then you're bit

Im the kind,

who puts others first

I dont feed on everything I find,

And dont adore this curse

Im trapped inside this world of hell,

Theres nothing I can do

I scream, I cry and I yell,

Theres no way to break through

This life of terror haunting me,

I never asked for this

Everyone else if walking freely,

My past I loved and I miss

If I could Id get rid of it,

This horrible curse of hell

But theres nothing that will cure it,

Only a story to tell

Reviews

[Vampire]

Again, a really good poem. :D Good Job

[Kiara]

nicely done : ) "but theres nothing that will cure it"
"only a story to tell". loved it!
-arabella

[Gema]

Amy that is well good u little poet u u get it from me ha ha lv ya xxx