Rain sweeps in from the east crashing into the dry earth watering the waste known as this city
I've been cowering from the sun that burns its ugliness into my skin patiently awaiting blessed nightfall so that I may feed without concern
I've shut myself away from the world so that they can't see the horror in my eyes or the contortion that racks my body from the lack of fresh, warm blood
I remember waking up to this never after this life without you, I remember embracing the spirits of the dead, only to become one
How I wish someone would fasten a stake and drive it through my beat-less heart or cast a silver bullet and put it into my brain please rid me of this torment that surrounds me and is me
Immense resignation and immersion within this love! To feel so numb and recognise the darkness as the self is to be liberated in some ways...brilliant piece once more..because it can be internal or horror...works well for both..I love your style :) xx
Darkness bring more peace to a desperate heart and mind. Light of day leave a window for some hope. Strong description and story made the poem a pleasure to be read. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote
There's something about the phrase never after that screams of the inner torments plaguing vampires. I love this piece. It paints a picture that is both dark and romantic. Always the best combination.
"I've shut myself away from the world
so that they can't see the horror in
my eyes or the contortion that racks
my body from the lack of fresh, warm blood"
I love this stanza...nice poem......
and the picture.... anime again.... I love it!!! ^^,
Hmm. I love this poem. I like how you entwined pain with a vampires point of view.
"I've shut myself away from the world
so that they can't see the horror in
my eyes or the contortion that racks
my body from the lack of fresh, warm blood" That was my favorite part. You did very well in this poem. Good job.
Wow! I love this! "I've shut myself away from the world
so that they can't see the horror in
my eyes or the contortion that racks
my body from the lack of fresh, warm blood"
Amazing poem! :)))
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..