Vampire
Entering the night
fooling the day.
Murdered by the light
there is no other way
Frightened by the sun
Being immortal for life
Knowing how this all begun
fooling death to stay alive.
Drinking blood to feed
kill, to remain in secrecy
It´s the secret to succeed
for being more than a memorie.
fooling the day.
Murdered by the light
there is no other way
Frightened by the sun
Being immortal for life
Knowing how this all begun
fooling death to stay alive.
Drinking blood to feed
kill, to remain in secrecy
It´s the secret to succeed
for being more than a memorie.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The Unwanted Poet: | Donderdag, december 31, 2009 02:30 |
| Gorgeous!! | |
| Delusion: | Zondag, maart 22, 2009 17:19 |
| Somethimes is the night more beautiful than the day. Because of the moon and the stars. A beautiful poem :D Liefs, Catharina |
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| Werner Domroese: | Zaterdag, maart 21, 2009 00:55 |
| Sometimes I would give my life to be less than a memory! Take it and make me disappear. | |
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| Auteur: Evannah Una Brianna | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 maart 2009 | ||
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