Twisted


      I am dead and lifeless,
      Cold and of the departed;
Two hundred years of wandering the world,
         Forlorn and forsaken.
I lay in a crypt waiting for awakening,
         And I feel her passing;
She walks close to my resting place this night,
And I feel my hands move and my heart flutter.

      I must have her sweet blood,
      0h, I can imagine it on my lips;
I stir within my coffin and open my eyes,
         I breath her dulcet scent.
My endless pain, existence a nightmare,
         This eternal life lonely;
Full of agony, darkness and deep anguish,
Oh, I moan and push back my coffin lid.

      Could this girl be the one,
      My soul mate for eternity;
Standing there in the moonlight I watch,
         She carries red roses.
Stopping by a grave of many names,
         And then I am there;
I expect her to scream and try to run,
She would be no match for a vampire man.

      Her beauty is surreal to me,
      I embrace her in my arms;
And as I pierce her neck I hear her sigh,
         So sweet her blood.
Ruby blood like the richest red wine,
         I carry her to my coffin;
As I place her within she kisses me,
And whispers, "At last I will not be alone . . .
                                                  anymore."

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September 7, 2016


Poetry/Verse/Twisted
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