I don't go outside often.
I avoid the sunlight,
And sleep in a coffin.
Your stereotypical vampire,
This is another sob story
For a ritual campfire.
Not an individual
To be admired,
But how I long to be
Blown into the nose
Of fame like *******
With no shame.
I'd be another meteorite
To crack under the spotlight,
Diagnosed with blocked sight
At a dead end
As inspiration deadens
And the debt of regret sets in.
Nothing would be more pleasant.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
I don't go outside often.
I avoid the sunlight,
And sleep in a coffin.
Your stereotypical vampire,
This is another sob story
For a ritual campfire.
Not an individual
To be admired,
But how I long to be
Blown into the nose
Of fame like *******
With no shame.
I'd be another meteorite
To crack under the spotlight,
Diagnosed with blocked sight
At a dead end
As inspiration deadens
And the debt of regret sets in.
Nothing would be more pleasant.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
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