the vampires love part 1the vampires love part 1As I was walking through central park at night, with the full moon high in the sky.I came across a waif of a girl shivering on a bench trying to warm her cold body.I decided to walk over to her, as I made my way towards her she noticed me fearfull of what I might do. When I finally reached her, I picked her up like you would do when giving a piggy back but in front of me. The poor girl struggled to escape; I held her tight and softly said "shhh, its alright I am not going to hurt."the girl stopped struggling and looked up with big tearful eyes.I said "It's alright you can fall asleep" I wraped her in my cloak,the girl laid her head on my breasts and smiled before falling asleep.I carried her home with me.a few hour after I reached the gate of a large manor, the plaque by the gate read "the silvia residence." just then the girl woke up I told her "we're at my home your welcome to stay as long as you want." I smiled at her.the girl who had'nt said a word
abyss of my heartI stare out into the abyss of my heart.To find nothing in this darkThis is my heart, my light too faint.My life is stained, I fell to this painTo my disdain, no matter how I trainDoomed to pain, I am drainedI am caged, stuck between the pagesOf the book of love, struggling I move ahead aloneThis is the meaning of this poemfor whom I am loving, I go on without knowing.I want to be held tightbut i am scared that she'll discover my night deep in my heartI dart passed her questions just to live with herto shield her I endure and take her painagain I cry in pain for her, I strain and struggleall I need is a cuddle. I hate this pain, the drain, the stainI endure it for eternity like a flame enveloping my mindcan you feel, can you empaphize; no! It this epathy that caused this paincreated in the cell of lonliness. This I cannot stress, I act my best for this is my testlest this confinement get the best of me.confused, I lose to the abyss of my heartto dark for anyone to k
bloodlustI am scared tonight, walking the streets at nightWhat I fear is not whats out thereBut whats in here I fear losing someone dearthough you may leer, with a quizical look you might jeerhow can you fear whats in here.I fear my primal lustthat would turn you to dusttry as I must I can do naught against my blood lustwhile you may trust I can stave my bloodlustI cant trust myself for I would turn you to dust with this stupid bloodlust.your soft, delicate skin temps me too muchthis horrid lust I cant trust keeps me on a cuspand turns my mind to dust.my lust, my beast asks to dinefor this I define is my lust for without bloodlustI'd be fine.
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