Frozen

by Psychopathic   Nov 4, 2004


Forever frozen.
Time passing.
No age at all.
Lonely eternity.

Not my choice
was it to be
what I am.
Not my choice to drink,
drink their life away.

Resentful am I
to the thing
that which
created me.
Resenting, hating,
I am not caring.

Cold eternal.
Rage ridden.
No lover,
no mother
to care.

I'm frozen at a ripe age,
never to wrinkle,
never to marry,
never to see
the red fingers
of morning glory.

Night is
and will be,
my mother.
She keeps me;
she loves me.
Though I shall
never know
anyone's touch,
I am frozen,
cold eternal,
in vampire's wrath.

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  • 19 years ago

    by wicked with wings

    i like the way his poem is writen ever since u read me it