It's a myth
Vampires don't suck blood
But happiness
That pallid sickly look
From furtive nightly visits
And jugular kisses
Is the demeanor of the dead inside
Sucked dry sucked dry
Because vampires can't be happy
So they take it from others
Though they still never could be
For they run from salvation's light
Damning themselves to the night
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Pandora's Box
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
