This is written as a personal viewpoint of an old vampire tired of living in eternal darkness. I've been thinking about writing this for awhile. I had another lucid dream about vampires and it inspired me to finally write it down.
someday i’ll be too busy to notice the vampires the sun wakes me up and i know who i am maybe the chaos will always be there but i’ll find a way to break it down into mulch and grow pears and herbs and gardenias from what’s left of me it takes a while to accept that the shadows matter and i can’t pretend to know the watermelon lollipop without the tongue that exists only to melt it away to turn it into nothing until all that’s left is a paper stick it might feel like freedom now but it can’t forever i’ll pull down the curtains and never snooze an alarm again the worst thing i can think of is writing the same poem each day for the rest of my life and everyone knowing it but me
As the sun starts to set and the night becomes darker, There's a familiar chill in the air and the leaves start to change. I start to feel my heart racing and pounding through my chest, That certain urge comes along knowing you will be near soon. A certain desire and taste no one could ever know, Unless they felt that deep kiss and no other life you bring like I have.