What they might think of us.


Vampyre

I'm done with listening to talk
I won't believe my eyes anymore
No more running at the speed of life
Look at a light too bright
Or dark too night

My favorite colors black and red
Vibrant once now faded away
Never to sleepwalk again
Or feel the wind whispering to me
Through the moonlit trees

To sit and hear the world without noise
A face so beautiful in shadow
From an old movie flickering in silence
Gone now along with the light above
With a silver ring given to me once in love

I'm done with listening to the human race
The places in their minds are without grace
They harbor darkness's so frightful
Where they think they're souls reside
Feeding on lies about an afterlife

No truth must be sounded tonight
Or the world will cover its collective ears
To listen, could challenge the web of lies
Or might raise them out of darkness into light
A darkness by comparison makes my existence seem bright

I imagine from space this planet of bright blue
Must now be taking on a darker hue
If evil does darken the heart
So too do I become what I eat
For on these beasts of low thought do I feed




Poetry by Salvatore
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Written on 2006-10-24 at 02:17

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