All The Vampires Poem by GRANT FRASER

Do not save,
exit the statement,

self belief
is all there is
and ever was,

you are a specimen
we are all of that,

as the wrinkle wrinkles
out towards the periphery,

it might happen,
but won't,

your life is one, to go out!

and the pressure
is what you make it,

the ascent
something to apprehend,

and the eventual fall should one
welcome it,

the actors cannot stop acting,

and the musicians integrating
the whole sound from within,

and will help all, to step out,
of this defensive body,

but the moment is defintely
harder to track down,

the pause button within
not given enough capacity
or time for us to make better sense,

every being, has a touch of the original,

but we are duty bound to commerce
and money,

which has no true interior really,
and a fake finish;

and the hollow, have no earthly cares,

and all the good Vampires,
I'm afraid,
are already infamous.