black

Too late to turn back the hands of time,
Content with the silence, I don’t know why.
Pain and agony and torture endured,
The guilt of her death cannot be cured.

Her silence ignored, no one cared why,
You’re in denial, the truth still remains.
Between the past and your soul, tattered regret,
What was left of her life, she could take it no more.

It seems I was born an eternity ago,
A freak of nature, a carnival show.
Everyone I love, have long since died,
I live life again, like perpetual original sin.

My life is nonfatal, I live to not die,
Unharmed I walk, alive for all time.
I’d kill myself, but still I’d survive,
I’m fighting the curse, the end I can’t find.

I cannot breathe, I can’t feel a thing,
Just suicidal dreams, I want to scream.
Inside myself, I see nothing but black,
What’s happening to me…Why can’t I die?

This poem is for lovechild, who asked for a Vampyre poem. I wanted it to be a little different than the typical Vampyre tale.

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