Him
Poem
by Demon Vampyr Child
I see him coming towards me
His eyes His skin
Luminescent in the dark
Cold!
He turns my head and bites
a blissful stinging sensation.
My end is near.
Death's grip is icy on my neck.
Then a hot sticky liquid fills my mouth
Sending energy through me.
Running down my face
like melted ice cream on a summer's day.
I begin to Die!
Decay!
Rot!
I now rise when the sun sleeps.
He has given me new life.
Power!
Death!
What am I?
A Monster?
A Demon?
A Goddess?
A Dark Angel?
I see everything.
I kill sucking life
I live for Death,
Hell, I am Death,
I am a Vampyr!
Him© COPYRIGHT 2005 Demon Vampyr Child.
Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author.
08/23/05
