A Hopeless Romantic

A Hopeless Romantic

A Poem by Ebits

Being a vampire could involve a lot less eternal love than one might speculate...

Bleeding dry each beating heart,
consuming every tear.
The hunting is a natural thrill
when dying feeds the fear.
Taken lives without remorse,
and not a soul is spared;
the centuries have passed you by
while love you cannot share.
Sleeping through each waking day,
and prowling in the night;
deprived of beauty, life, and love,
and hiding from the light.
You loathe the ones whose lives you end
and envy final breath,
never to experience the sweet release of death.

© 2011 Ebits

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Added on November 22, 2011
Last Updated on November 23, 2011
Tags: Vampire, Vampires, Blood, Love, Romance, Romantic, Lonely, Heart, Heartbroken, Life, Living, Dying, Death, Eternity



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