Vampire Poems:
cold embrace
The Damned
Godless
Lodging for the Night
Parting the Cracked Glass
The Starting Tale
The Vampire’s Lament
cold embrace
I embrace these sweet patterns
arise from cold cold embers
to inhale swift pains in Hell
his designs
burnt into my eyes
silent orbs
inducing
reducing
seducing
depth
blush flushed and forced
piercing through the flesh
words barely read instead
in eulogy a voice low and hoarse
prior to my burial march
hearing the cries echo
searing into dull aches
when all is empty and without taste
“Such a waste” repeated
until it has no meaning
only shame
draped in black within a hearse
the line steady
irreversible without rehearsal
my parents trailing
plodding ahead
old age outliving youth
in my coffin
somehow lips and cheeks still vigorous red
amidst the blue blue skin
lids forced open
jasmine and incense
impart traces of stranger scents
from a mortician’s embalming fluids
set beside the pallor of death
the last scoop of earth
shoved onto this berth
the final resting place
but not my end
here I live
but not in peace
here I lie
yet I did not die
here I smile
with a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes
painted onto curled ruby lips
muted and terrible
despised
The Damned
Draped by sheer sadness,
Eternal dead night beckon:
Light my way, Demon
Velvety, soft tears
Restraining circulation;
Pleasure that brings Pain
Godless
My life
My life
My life
Was shaped of bits of stone
Formed from pieces of bone
Desolate and cold
I found the wounded sun
When man had just begun
My life
My life
My life
Bitter, thankless one
When will the day be gone?
These birds, they sing no more
Blackened to the core
My life
My life
My life
Come, you idols of blood
My life
My life
My life
Such fools through an’ through
Fit just to amuse
My life
Your death
My life
I have been reborn
By twilight, dusk and dawn
Whilst you have only died
I am
Alive
Alive
Alive
Pray drown within my eyes
Lodging for the Night
desolate, dull and dreary in this courtyard dim
noises eerie of scraping and clicking
scurry on the periphery, creatures slinking
into the shade, sensing the need to escape
to hide far away
forbidden mysteries, secret sins
exchanged by the dime
but his appetites aren’t quite the norm
nor his chilled, aphotic grin
normally chatty, she stays silent
movement black and blurred
sudden and grim
she’s pushed up to the cold wall (so she don’t fall)
pressed hard into the rough bricks
again and again and again
left alone now to be found
solitary and motionless, soon a large crowd
gathers round to gape
at internal organs
fleshed and splayed out
the price paid to earn
her lodging for the night
Parting the Cracked Glass
Mirror mirror on this wall
I can’t seem to find my face
Am I lucid? Awake?
Why do I disintegrate
When I touch the silver surface
Slither through, slip into
The other side
So cold within
I know I’ve died, yet here
Is where I remain
Why don’t I disappear?
Not even my despair
Can repair my disgrace
Nothing can start this lifeless heart
Nor replace the lives I must take
The innocent blood I taste
Each day
I trace
My finger along the cracked glass
Thinking back to when
A simple cut, a slash
On my skin would make me cringe
The very sight of blood
I would turn away
Now, the very nourishment
I crave
Without it I go insane
Everything was about me
Never considered another
No true friend nor lover
Any tears I cried were for me
Fixated on my pain
To be or not to be
Without meaning for me
If I must endure
Without living, without seeing
Never believing, always deceiving
Narcissism, sin, self-loathing my skin
A wolf wearing a wolf’s clothing
Never pretending to care
While pretending I was someone
Deeper
But no content fills the hole
The void only empty, bleak
Without dreams, leaving nothing
As I am no-one at all
So mirror mirror on the wall
What is the point of being beautiful
When I can’t even see my face
I can’t reason
Can’t think; can’t float away
Only able to slide into you
To take others through
Then when I do, I seal
Their doom
The Starting Tale
Hear me out
This story starts long, long ago
When men roamed the earth on foot
Crossed seas with boats made of wood
Prayed to their gods for strong crops
A woman, lively and fair,
Combing her hair absently,
Into the courtyard lightly
Stepped without a thought or care
Wanton eyes her beauty spied
Dreadful blight inside this mind
No other maid could he find
Nor a more lush, ethereal bride
Hear my tale
Obsession spurs his action
He delights her with magic
Showing her card tricks, tragic
Plying her simple senses
Naive, sweet–a finer man
She had yet to ever meet
She bows, takes his hand to greet
Unrolls the glove on her hand
Kissing her pale skin, he smiles
Leads her dreamy, dazed, astray
Away from prying eyes, betrays
His guile succeeds;
Her throat bleeds
Hear her die
The Vampire’s Lament
O wanton night
A vision so sublime and sweet
The delicious aroma of spilled blood
Heady as a drug
Upon my lips
I taste
I do not fear day
Nor the sun’s golden rays pouring down
Like a sea of scorching raindrops to cleanse me
It is the light
On my face
I hate
Darkness and shadow
In these I adore: I transgress deftly
Enchanting subtle steps fall on dimlit streets
Alleyways where I watch
visions of sin
I partake
Cursed, lost children
He cannot save you anymore than I
Your names were written in the Book of Death
Doomed for all time
Into the abyss
I enslave
Unclean flesh ripens
Forbidden fruits so eager to be picked
Drinking in your souls until each
Become void, empty, cold
Such a lovely vision
I behold
Empty as I Am
Garbage into a trash can
Swept away into the wastes
Beautiful bodies form a corpse’s embrace
Easy to replace
I mold
Eternal night calls
Life without any life falls
Creating by destroying all
Leaving no trace of light
In death’s pall