I vant your blud

A poem about a vampire

Alone, lost, she knows not what to do,
She can't go out in public,
People shun her for what she is,
It's like she is sick

 

There's a man there,
His face brightly lit,
She doesn't want to.
But she needs it

 

She steps out of the shadows,
And grabs him round the neck
Her fangs are ready, she can already taste it,
She stabs him in the neck,

She sucks the blood out,
It's too late now,
She can't stop drinking,
She wants to know how

How she can do this,
Why she does it,
What went wrong,
She just wants to dig herself a pit.

Author's Note

Image ~ boredla.com

Reviews

[Bethany Woody]

I ave never read a piece on here that told the story of the vampire's thist fromt he point of view of the vampire. It was refreshing to read. I'm sorry ou didn't finish this in time to enter the contest I'm sure it would have done well. I saw a few small things that you might concider changing,
Alone, lost, she know not what to do, ~ know should be knows
She want to know how ~ want should be wants

Other then those two smallt hings this is a perfect write.

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

ohhhhh mew that scares me!! love it...love it! more please!!!! x0x00x0x0

[Tony Hwilka]

Very nice write on blood suckers

Tony

[Fran Marie]

I agree with Sheila, James, a very nicely penned piece on those vamps of the night
blood suckers that they are... soo sorry you missed contest, next time, perhaps

[Sheila Kline]

Oooooooh, those blood sucking vamps....will get you when you least expect it!!
Nice write...sorry you missed the contest, but glad you shared it with us!!