A vampire tombstone is bruied way down deep in the
shallow ground is guarded & protected by a stone
walls of marble that can not ever be moved
by the possesion of any humans hands for
her luxury is sleeping into the late midnight
hidden away from the viewing eyes of the public ,
My black shades are my disquise from all
of the people walking all over this earth ,
My fangs are craving for something more than just any drink
there is no thirst quencher than can take care of this &
chicken & mouse blood is not enough to please this vampire
s needs for her immortality forever continues to live searc
hing for a man s blood that is soothing for this womans lips .
Written By GT . August 8, 2005 , About the life of a vampire *
:)..i dont think them having a stich in the heart is a bad thing... at least that stick kills but doesnt hurt them the way it does toi us,,i think what i say makes sense;)..i wish i could die without feeling DEAD as a betrayal stick comes strait to my heart!
a Damaged crazy soul
Great poem! Vampires rock my socks!