Insane Vampire

by Shædow Poet   Jul 3, 2006


Taking blood as a hobby,
Evolving into a paranormal encounter
I watched the centuries pass
A blur of one long, loud tick of a century's clock.
My skin, paling, into an albino state
No living man could sustain my sight
(My sourly brown eyes were screaming in a pool
Of my victim's blood.)

Thirsting, the same as a man's addiction
To noxious cigarettes
The morbid liquid was my nicotine,
Skin, my tar.
Oh yes, blood was my poison
Slowly killing me within a rigid exterior.

My orgasm involves the taste of a neck
My erection is a hissing tongue and souring teeth
A shrill scream fills my wildest fantasies
I close my eyes to red, not to black.
I await the sleep of innocence
My shadow is not the only transient particle
Then I see a neck-
And another scream
Is added
To an old recording.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    Very interesting I loved the use of metaphores and everything in this one. beautiful, not to many people fill vampire poems with such interesting metaphores and make them work, but you did so congrats.

  • 17 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    "century�s clock"
    Did the site's mad obsession with correct spelling screw the word up? Seems it did. Evil spelling obsession, not letting anything other than the english alphabet. Grr to systems.
    Lovely poem though. What more can I say? Brilliant, as always.

  • 17 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    Not that great for a vamp poem. And I love vampire poems. Perhaps I had higher expectations than I should have. In that case this though still not as good as it could be was good with the words. And also the imagery was cool except...there's something that I didn't like about the mention of time. Comparing to cigarettes was cool though. It wsa something that could be easily recognized etc.
    ~Faith

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