i am a very pale person...i write poetry all the time no matter where i am......ppl at skool think im a lameo....im just me...

~Vampire~

An exquisitely young and lovely girl.
Lain on her back before me, her life unfurled.
Silken hair askew in a spiral swirl.

Her hand dangling from the altar, skin pale as a bone.
Fingers slowly open, the contents of her hand now shown.
Flower drifting to the floor, it's final flight flown.

Shadows slowly crawling across the floor.
Moonlight gradually retreating from the door.
The time is now a quarter past four.

Cold winter air.
Wind whipping at my long flowing hair.
So it is that i gaze upon my lair.

Another night hunting spent.
Blood enough drank to pay another day's rent.
From this life there is no repent.

Yet another lovely maiden lain dead.
Once more the guilt echoing through my head.
Already i feel a new hunger that will soon need to be fed.

Vampire is the name by which i go.
Heartless creature, cold as January snow.
I live but i am not alive, hell is all i know.

Retreating to my tomb i must sleep, close my eyes.
Tormented until sunset by my victim's cries.
My makers promises...nothing but lies.

~Billy

instead if helping u hurt it even more

ur not lame

~The Beast~

It is I of whom you dream when you gaze out your window into the starlit night.
Eyes desperately searching the skies, ever longing for my icy touch.

In your dreams you say...

Come to me my sweet.
I cost nothing.
My love is free.

You offer your neck,
You say, "Forever live with me."

I your lord
You my lady.

Together more fearsome than any horror in Hades.

So come my lady, take my hand.
Let me spin my spell, fill your eyes with sand.

For it is in your dreams that i can fly.

Where i come to you.
Kiss you.
Make you sigh.

Do not fret when morning comes and you find that your Dark Prince has gone.

I will return tomorrow night, but always be gone by dawn.

So my lamb as the sun rises to the East,
Kiss me now,
Say farewell to your beast.

I am forever grateful for your bountiful feast.

~Billy