Vampire Poems

The Vampire's Kiss

Vampie Kiss

A hint of lust,

Shines within her eyes.

And a touch of crimson,

Stains her lips.

There is sorrow,

Heard in every cry.

And passion felt,

In every kiss.

The moonlight reflecting,

Off her pale skin.

The innocence shown,

In her angelic smile:

These things make her,

Seem mortal within.

But the deception,

Can last only a while.

Outside she looks,

Like God's creation.

Inside lies,

A black heart without a soul.

The truth reveals,

This monster of Satan,

Is an empty vessel,

Seeking to be whole.

She drinks to quench,

The thirst inside her.

She drinks to fill,

The gaping hole within,

But doesn't realize,

The void growing bigger,

For the demon inside

Feasts on this sin.

Once sickness infected;

Choking her life.

She desired immortality.

She had lost track,

Of truth in reality.

A deal with the devil,

Taking the cancer away.

Yet only growing much sicker,

Than before.

Immortality by a vampire - the only way,

To get what she was looking for.

Now there's no way back;

No soul to trade.

Cursed to suffer,

With every life taken.

She must 'live this life',

She has made.

And be left alone, dead, and forsaken.

She has become Death,

She has no choice.

She is not allowed,

To be heard.

And cannot speak,

Without a voice.

There is nothing,

Behind her every word.

Forced to suffer,

This eternal curse.

She lurks the night,

As a creature unwhole.

The pain will never,

Cease to hurt;

No amount of blood,

Will pay the toll.

So she wanders on this Earth,

All alone.

Cursed as immortal,

Beautiful, and old.

An open wound,

Never to be sewn;

A meaningless existence,

With a heart so cold.

Men fall down,

And lose their breath,

Fading away only because of this:

She is the reaper,

The bringer of Death.

And her scythe,

Is the vampire's kiss.