Thirst of a Vampire

Thirst of a Vampire

A Chapter by Rose
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I wrote this poem thinking about vampires and the person I have feelings for.

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Creeping, creeping
Into your home
Smile because you will never know
With skin as white as snow
I can't see myself
On the wall
In square and straight piece of glass

I don't want to awake the screams
You will be so scared
Lying, sleeping in your bed
I creep closer and closer
To your bed side
I stare at my victim
A young handsome man
His eyes shut
With fair brown hair
Alone surrondered by clouds
Clouds stuffed with feathers
And an angel to sleep on the cloud

The angel, my victim
I look upon this starry night
My heart made of wax
With wick hanging out
He lights up my wick
My heart burns and melts
Melting and melting
As I stare, at his bed side
No longer do I want to hurt him
But I can't resist
I smell blood
It makes me thrist

BLOOD
I have been waiting for this night
The horror he will turn into at night
Blood sucking monster like me
I am about to ruin this angel
Just by a drink of blood
I don't hate you angel
It's just without blood
I can't live

I command your eyes shut
Not a sight of me creeping
Feeling pain
Of the fierce fangs piercing
The blood sucking on your neck
The loss of blood
Your neck getting thinner
The blood dribbling down my chin
Like I just drank a bucket full

Morning, you will awake
With a fright
You will see two holes in your neck
In the glass straight and square
On your wall
Like scars they won't go away
Your skin pale with your neck thin


© 2012 Rose


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The poem is amazing. You took me slowly with the vampire into the room. You described each movement with proper detail. I like the ending. You told a complete story in so few words. That takes great talent. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is wonderful such depth here

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is by far your best so far. It has a lot of strength and depth. I think the Vampire persona -tho i hate the tv and film representations- has a lot of bearing upon human existence, especially the lustful, sexual, bestial primal instincts of man - and i think this poem can be related that way by the reader and interpreted metaphorically. Interesting.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like the structure to this poem sweety, there is a fairytale type of feel here too, a grim one:) Awesome imagery xx

Posted 10 Years Ago



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