Just a little poem I had pop into my head. It's about someone becoming a vampire. (Scary right?)
To whom it may concern,
The world is no longer mine,
The sun I do no longer pine,
The night is becoming my ambrosia,
The sunlight is becoming my bane,
For which I no longer can have sane,
Unlovable as it may be,
For those who may find me,
I am no longer one of you,
But I am he that you have thrown askew.
The night is my solace,
I can no longer sleep,
The energies of the daily are my bane,
Driving me, further and further from sane.
The drink it no longer serves,
I am led by much different curves,
Along the road to the inhuman.
My blood draws colder,
Much more as I get older,
The more that I learn of who I am,
The less near I am to you,
Who are blinded by the solace of sun,
Spiritually perverted by the son,
Of one who never existed,
Least not in my subsistence.
Naught is the rays that heal me,
More are the rays that seal thee.
I am not one of you,
Nor any longer do,
I find myself included in what,
You would call that,
Which is the light,
That heals all blight.
The light,
Of the night.
What ya' think?
To whom it may concern,
The world is no longer mine,
The sun I do no longer pine,
The night is becoming my ambrosia,
The sunlight is becoming my bane,
For which I no longer can have sane,
Unlovable as it may be,
For those who may find me,
I am no longer one of you,
But I am he that you have thrown askew.
The night is my solace,
I can no longer sleep,
The energies of the daily are my bane,
Driving me, further and further from sane.
The drink it no longer serves,
I am led by much different curves,
Along the road to the inhuman.
My blood draws colder,
Much more as I get older,
The more that I learn of who I am,
The less near I am to you,
Who are blinded by the solace of sun,
Spiritually perverted by the son,
Of one who never existed,
Least not in my subsistence.
Naught is the rays that heal me,
More are the rays that seal thee.
I am not one of you,
Nor any longer do,
I find myself included in what,
You would call that,
Which is the light,
That heals all blight.
The light,
Of the night.
What ya' think?