Vampire Lover
By, Demon
My wings are broken,
And have fallen down to my grave,
Where I lay in an undead state,
I have fallen down from heaven to land on my unforgivable sin,
In a pool of blood I lay unmoved and untouched by a man’s hand,
My claws have clawed my way up to the surface,
In the night I find myself in the arms of a vampire,
I walk the night with him,
The sun it burns my skin,
I will live for him forever.
I feel sorry for the immortal vampire-should I feel that way about my mortality-who wins when they want to be someone else.
Very lovely, love the vampiric melancholy used in the poem, nice, keep up the good work
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I would like to translate this poem
its like u say ur a vampire then ur not, but are talking about a vampire.....maybe like......schitzophrenia or sumthinnnn