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by Psychopathic Nov 4, 2004 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
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.
by wicked with wings
i like the way his poem is writen ever since u read me it