Vampire -
He saunters in at midnight,
Suave and graceful, Drinking wine made of the purest blood,
His skin almost moon-like in its paleness,
The forced laughter he creates,
Brings tears into the eyes of all who hears its pealing sound.
Not once has his grin ever reached his eyes
Hapiness is painful and his cold, dead heart is filled with regret and hate.
BTW I AM NOT A TWILIGHT FAN!!!! I think its all bullshit and I wrote this before it came out! I did not get the idea from Twilight
He saunters in at midnight,
Suave and graceful, Drinking wine made of the purest blood,
His skin almost moon-like in its paleness,
The forced laughter he creates,
Brings tears into the eyes of all who hears its pealing sound.
Not once has his grin ever reached his eyes
Hapiness is painful and his cold, dead heart is filled with regret and hate.
BTW I AM NOT A TWILIGHT FAN!!!! I think its all bullshit and I wrote this before it came out! I did not get the idea from Twilight