Vampire Tears

32 1 2
                                        

You know, they are red.

Not clear.

Vampire tears.

I know not a single one of us that hasn't wept.

For we all pity ourselves.

We all feel remorse.

For all the people we have done horrible things to.

Innocents we killed for food.

Loved ones to whom we lied to.

Children of ours that we were forced to watch grow old and die.

God forsaken creatures, we are.

Not even the devil himself would dare take us in.

So, please...

Just stake me through the heart.

Poetry For A Broken SoulStories to obsess over. Discover now