VAMPIRE POEM

Tears are falling down her face.
She can't bare this loniness that she feels inside.
Can't take this anymore.
She tries to breath.
But she Can never breath again.

She can never feel or hear her heart beat ever again.
For she is not dead.
And she is not alive.
But the living dead.
She is a vampire.

Her tears fall blackish red.
She can't bare the breakness that is inside.
For she has lost someone dear to her yet again.

She loved a human, But he died of old age.
She loved her kind, But he was killed by mortals.
Now she doesn't know if she can love again.

But has she found another love.
Does she want to trust someone again?

But this new love is not a mortal.
And this new love is not a vampire.

But a shape-shifter.
He is a warewolve.

Can she let someone in again?
Even if he's not of her own kind?
Or even on mortal?
But a different kind of immortal.

So she'll wait and see.
Let the tear's fall from her face.
So she'll wait to see what will happen.
In this so-called-life.

by me thats who