Vampires

as i walk this earth
look at what its become
my kind is scarce
we are growing in numbers
soon we will rule this world
soon you will fear us
soon we will own you
soon we will kill you
so run and hide
go if you must
but where ever you go you will be found
and you'll die like the rest
so come to me
and accept the inevitable
become one or die like the rest
soon darkness will take over
accept my gift
live in the night
feed on these insects
show them what real pain is
show them the darkness in your eyes
wipe the blood off of your face
and get ready to taste the next victim

life is a nightmare

we try and wake up

but it engulfs us

just as before

your worst fear

brought to life

try and run

just like the rest

you won't get far

until it pulls you

back in just like before

forever i wait
in the depths of this prison
you cast aside my feelings
like they were nothing
my still beating heart
now scarred and bleeding
i tried to scream
nothing but silence
as i struggled to breathe
i thought i lost it
the hope you gave me
but in this darkness
the light still shines
but until then
in this prison i wait

im tired of your s***

im tired of you putting me down

why must you keep me depressed

i tremble when i see you

i tremble when i hear your voice

i stand up to you

with fire in my eyes

and hate in my heart

you scream at me

you tell me im wrong

but what you dont know

is the scars you leave behind

with every word you say to me

it cuts me deep down

but guess what

im still here

and i remain standing

your words may hurt

and cut me deep

but my soul is still there

forever strong

stare into my eyes

and tell me what you see

is it fear that dwells within them

why do you look away

does the fire within them hurt

when i look at you

i see your soul

the scars and bruises you hold close

all you ever knew

stand back and watch

as i heal your broken heart

I really enjoy reading your poetry, it paints a vivid picture in such detail. You speak of hurt, pain and emotional wounds, in such depth that only a wounded soul can truley understand. It is my absolute pleasure to leave this comment to you. You are a great poet!! HOPE TO READ MORE SOON......

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In a real dark night of the soul,Its always three o'clock in the morning,day after day
F. Scott Fitzgerald

you say you know what pain is
you cut your wrists
starving for attention
you hide in your room
living in darkness
growing more depressed
as your sanity
slowly fades away
telling friends you won't be here much longer
as life speeds up
your pain still remains

pretty deep. i really like it. anyone who makes you feel that way is definitely someone special. keep it and don't let it go.
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~carrie~

that was really good. So have you wrote any others recently?how have you been lately?

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sincerely,
the only one that knows...and will ever know

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I'm not like them but I can pretend

that sounds like it should be a song... nice... very nice... post some more soon. cant wait to read more. ♥

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~carrie~

These are really good poems... They're brooding, it's painful to read.
Nice job... Very nice..

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You don't know me at all.