I wander here Where blood creatures play Victories of immortality Cold embraces, icy breath I stare into cold red eyes I feel the certain chill of death
But what do I care? I know where it is I now haunt I partake of suicide's essence And the blood creatures embrace me I shiver with their deathlike cold Soon enough it is something else I'll be
I exist in the world of ice and blood Rivers of blood that flow I cannot cry for I am frozen within I am a creature of blood and I am glad For now I no longer cry anymore For now I am no longer endlessly sad
i like the picture...and the melancholy of the poem although there is a tinge of contentment also...i now longer have to cry, have to care, my life is now cold, i am frozen within and without...
destined to live forever ....this way.
Spooky but a cool vampire poem. All they would care about is blood since they need it to survive. Why should they care about the human anymore than we care about our cows, chickens, pigs, sheep for example? Cool poem.
When I read this, I could taste the blood, I could taste the ice, I could feel the chill and feel the melancholic satisfaction of transformation. I like your style and I like this poem.
i like the picture...and the melancholy of the poem although there is a tinge of contentment also...i now longer have to cry, have to care, my life is now cold, i am frozen within and without...
destined to live forever ....this way.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..