I stand in the snow
The moonlight shining down
Upon my pale face
My hand goes to my heart
And my other turns into a fist
Tears run down my face
But I'm not supposed to cry
My hair blows gently in the wind
Chill not bothering my skin
I close my eyes
And I open them after a long second
Am I really that different?
I look up at the sky
A star shoots across it
In the darkness
More tears flow down my cheeks
And I do nothing to stop them
Am I really a monster?
I force my eyes closed
At the thought
But the tears keep coming
I clutch my heart
Hearing each beat
As if it was on full volume
I clench my fist tighter
And blood drips
To the snow
And times seems to stop
I look down at my hand
And the mark fades
Tears come more freely
I really am a monster
I fall to my knees
And clench both my hands
And the wind whips at my hair
And pulls my tears away
Telling me not to cry
More blood dyes the snow red
As it creates a pool of blood
In the white snow
But no matter how hard I try
The marks just heal
My fangs protrude from my lips
As I look at the sky
And scream
What am I?!
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
