poetry, Uncategorized, writing

Immortal Corpses

Vampires long for the pearly light

yet are afraid of its sizzling caresses.

Their living is an irony

dead hearts stammer in walking corpses memories.

As minds decay fangs crave to taste running blood.

Immortal corpses become monstrous

while cold skin grows more ethereal;

too stunning for mirrors to portray

too barbaric for mirrors to sketch.

The maddening darkness claims them for good

for if they dared to escape

and fight the beckoning night

the pearly light will scold with blisters

choking vampires on their own ashes.

 

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