Dark Mystery Girl

I sow her again.

Her hair so Black as the midnight sky.
Eyes as grey on a stormy night.
Cheeks so hallow and touched by a ghost's cold hand.
Skin so cold it will put an ice cube to shame.
Lips so red it looks like it was smeared by blood.

She may look out of place in a big crowd,
And live in an abandoned huge house.

But what they don't know is that she has problems of her own.

No mother.
No father.
No siblings.
No friends.

Because who would want to be friends with someone like her?

Someone who doesn't eat,
Doesn't speak,
Walks around like a living corpse,
And who doesn't drink even some water?

Some one like her, is why they say they can and must not be real.

It's only a myth.

Vampires are not real.

But she is the only one that survived.
She is The Dark Mystery Girl to me.

This is our story.
Jake Knighton & Dakota Knightley.