Vampire PoemBlood is RedVeins are BlueKeep your distanceOr I'll bite you
11:47roses are redviolets are bluecompliments mean nothingwhen coming from you.don't tell me i'm skinnydon't call me fatjust acknowledge i'm humanand leave it at that.
sewingyou can cut yourselffrom on personand stitch yourself toanother, but the oldcloth will alwaysbe there
ugly/beautya goddess taught me how to carvehighways into my arms, but she neversaid my blood would cease flowing. soi washed my veins with ink and lead,turned my sorrow inside out, and neverspoke to her again.
nostalgia is poisoncall me a hoarder if youwant.i steal memories fromnettle-strewn alleywaysand crystallized diningrooms,collect them inkisses and nasty littlescars.i can't seem to partwith them, no matter howseverely they threaten myhealth
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girlwith smiles hidden deep downin her pockets, and she'd onlygive them out to the most deserving.when the quarter hour of her lifestruck, however, things changed.her world was painted blackon accident, millions of shadesturned ashy due to a sicknessthat breeds on those emptyspaces between words.she was dropped into summercovered in homemade scars,and with summer, her innocencewas eaten away. pinned to a bedlike prey, she watched herselfconsumed into anotherhuman.(this world is the 7 a.m. frostleft on winter windows. and it scares me)
radiomy heart's a radiostuck on one uncertainwave of static since it broke.don't blame meif the love isn't pureI'm still tuning.but you say it's fine,that my voice is yourfavourite song.
surgeryi promised not to scarmy skin. so i cut out mybrain and hurled it intothe river.just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
fe(b)r(u)a(ry)today i stared atdeath, who waspainted the colour ofa young man.his blood didn'tcirculate with minebut i was sewn intothe black likeeveryone else.i was surrounded bythe bloody remains of ascreaming car crash, andpeople's thoughts were gaspingfor air in the snowalong with man-madesnowflakesi always thought the firstfuneral i'd attendwould bemy own