Vampire Death

by The Queen of Spades   Aug 31, 2006


Deprived of blood
Cold veins, they
Become emaciated
Thinner,
Darker, and
Tormented endlessly
When broken
It pours, without
Sound, without
Motion
Simply black
One with the
Nothingness

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By The Queen of Spades