Post by Graveyardbride on Oct 27, 2014 19:25:09 GMT -5
Undead Love
Once I was normal, but now I’m lovelorn.
Once I was happy, but now I’m forlorn.
My heart is so heavy, I cry and I mourn
For the home of my love is the tomb.
When I was much younger, I lived for today,
Now my world is dark and the marble’s so grey.
We meet only when the bright sun’s gone away
And his hands they are ever so cold.
I’ve forsaken my minis and sweaters so tight
For attire better suited for the dark of the night,
Cloaks and gowns flowing of unblemished white.
I feel I’m already a corpse.
Why do I so crave the touch of the dead,
From which normal people recoil with dread?
Most girls my age would have long ago fled,
But I’ve grown so fond of his kiss.
Each morning I’m weaker, the light hurts my eyes
I can’t bear the living, I can’t wait to die.
Soon in a coffin beside him I’ll lie,
But whose blood will he drink when mine’s gone?
Last night as I neared his magnificent tomb,
I had a feeling of impending doom.
No longer lovely, I saw only gloom
And I cringed at the touch of his hand.
‘What’s wrong, my darling?’ he wanted to know.
‘I cannot stay long, I have to go.’
When he reached for me, I told him ‘No,’
And his eyes they burned into my soul.
I ran from the graveyard, I was feeling quite ill;
I’d found the strength to resist his strong will.
My love wasn’t human, he intended to kill
The woman he’d loved so in life.
Vampires are undead, they’re monsters, they’re vile.
Fangs are concealed by their enigmatic smiles.
It’s easy to fall for their charm and their guile,
But vampires love only your blood.
– Anonymous
Once I was normal, but now I’m lovelorn.
Once I was happy, but now I’m forlorn.
My heart is so heavy, I cry and I mourn
For the home of my love is the tomb.
When I was much younger, I lived for today,
Now my world is dark and the marble’s so grey.
We meet only when the bright sun’s gone away
And his hands they are ever so cold.
I’ve forsaken my minis and sweaters so tight
For attire better suited for the dark of the night,
Cloaks and gowns flowing of unblemished white.
I feel I’m already a corpse.
Why do I so crave the touch of the dead,
From which normal people recoil with dread?
Most girls my age would have long ago fled,
But I’ve grown so fond of his kiss.
Each morning I’m weaker, the light hurts my eyes
I can’t bear the living, I can’t wait to die.
Soon in a coffin beside him I’ll lie,
But whose blood will he drink when mine’s gone?
Last night as I neared his magnificent tomb,
I had a feeling of impending doom.
No longer lovely, I saw only gloom
And I cringed at the touch of his hand.
‘What’s wrong, my darling?’ he wanted to know.
‘I cannot stay long, I have to go.’
When he reached for me, I told him ‘No,’
And his eyes they burned into my soul.
I ran from the graveyard, I was feeling quite ill;
I’d found the strength to resist his strong will.
My love wasn’t human, he intended to kill
The woman he’d loved so in life.
Vampires are undead, they’re monsters, they’re vile.
Fangs are concealed by their enigmatic smiles.
It’s easy to fall for their charm and their guile,
But vampires love only your blood.
– Anonymous