《"Hate And Shame" -Poems of a mentally ill person-》neverending night ☆

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Datura blooms at night,

When there's not an ounce of light,

When only the moon shines bright.

When the vampires make their fright,

And take their nightly flight,

Waiting for another bite,

With their teeth sharp, cold as ice.

Giving you the creeps, the shivers,

Eating you up from inside, your livers,

And don't you let them hear your quivers,

Or you'll be nothing but a blood red river.

Stab them with your dagger, silver,

And you might be more than a sliver.

His eyes so bloodshot and wine red,

I'm falling for an undead.

Wishing he'd take me to bed,

But I can't let the vampirism spread.

I just wish he could be let,

I wish I knew what he had said.

And he hadn't had to carry all that dread.

The night we fled,

And through the night we crept,

And I decided, he could not be kept.

But I'm thankful that we've met,

Even though we might have to reset,

Cause my neck has too often bled,

My blood is gone, cause he's been fed.

But it's not getting to his head.

I'll never forget the way he smelled,

And the way his name was spelled,

The way we both rebelled.

I just wish I hadn't yelled.

I still feel the way my face was held,

And I swear, I wasn't once compelled.

But one day I might get expelled.

But I swear, for him, I had upheld.

And he had to be excelled.

Please don't let me die in vain,

Don't let me go through all this pain.

Don't torture my bloody brain,

Not once, not again.

Atleast my mind has to remain,

Or else how would I explain,

How I was able to contain and tame,

The beast that brings the bloody rain,

And rips apart plane and train.

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The monster that was not so plain,

Contained by a silver chain,

Please don't make me leave his domain.

I'm already insane,

I've already been stained,

And left what I can not regain.

I never said a single complain,

Even though I was no longer humane,

At least he won't be restrained.

I don't believe in soulmates, but he might be the one,

Making me feel all and none,

And he might be the devil's son,

But I would never ever run,

Cause my transformation has begun.

And honestly, it's fun.

For him, I'd take the gun.

Even if they think they won.

April 20th 2022

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