Blood or Alcohol

by dollwithafrown   Aug 3, 2008


It was freezing cold out, that's something I remember:
2AM and it's raining, the middle of December.
He was shaking, shivering, pleading in his eyes.
He gripped my arm tight, willing himself not to cry.

"Take it, please, or I'll have to make you pay."
An alcoholic vampire, what an absurd thing to say!
And yet it's true, I saw, as he told me of his past,
Of a life in wreckage where happiness couldn't last.

He stumbled on me one night, and offered me a deal.
His begging, a rip on my heart, it all seemed so unreal.
He begged me to release him, take the alcohol and run,
And from that very moment, I knew a nightmare had begun.

I remember every second now, it's becoming so clear;
How pale his white skin was, how forceful was my fear.
"Hurry up," he ordered, "Loud and clear, raise your voice,
It's your blood or my alcohol, it's time to make your choice."

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  • 16 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Such an interesting poem, i really enjoyed it!!
    Great job, the rhyming floew was brillinat throughout =]
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Spoken Silence

    You chose this title, and I thought that this would be one of the hardest of them all. It would have taken a lot of creativity to create a piece such as this.

    "It was freezing cold out, that's something I remember:
    2AM and it's raining, the middle of December.
    He was shaking, shivering, pleading in his eyes.
    He gripped my arm tight, willing himself not to cry."

    Making vampires seem weak, when most know that they are the strongest of all immortal beings. That even with strength there is weakness, and his weakness is alcohol.

    "An alcoholic vampire, what an absurd thing to say!
    And yet it's true, I saw, as he told me of his past,
    Of a life in wreckage where happiness couldn't last."

    I like the fact that you actually stated an alcoholic vampire, because its unknown, not many have heard of it, so actually flashing this in the readers face makes us actually see the reality of it.. or the fantasy of it actually I should say.

    "I remember every second now, it's becoming so clear;
    How pale his white skin was, how forceful was my fear.
    "Hurry up," he ordered, "Loud and clear, raise your voice,
    It's your blood or my alcohol, it's time to make your choice.""

    I love how this alcoholic vampire gives his victims a choice, to keep him away from his alcohol and die, or just to simple give him his alcohol even with the possibility of dying, either way its a loose loose situation.

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