monster dog had not meant to be bitten
but the vampire cat sneaked up like a cozy kitten
With one little munch, dog turned into a vampire too
His eyes got wooly and red and his skin turned aquamarine blue.
Now he is the biter, looking for others to infect.
Yesterday he got a worm, a rat, and an insect.
Monster dog is not mean, it’s just the vampire way.
Hurry! There’s a rabbit; don’t let it get away!
I look in the mirror and nothing is there.
I cry but there’s no trace of tears.
I scream and the night wind answers my call.
I am just what everyone fears.
I fly through the shadows under the moon.
In darkness I’ve hunted and fed.
I bleed through the alleys, my hunger as guide
And I follow wherever I’m led.
I am not a legend, I am real. I am free!
I run with the beasts in the wild.
I cannot be taken. I’ll never be tamed,
But I’ll never be loved, just reviled.
While you are sleeping, I enter your dreams.
I’m the cold chill that runs down your back.
My thirst is stronger than your will to live.
I am everything you wish to lack.
I hypnotize with the sound of my voice,
My eyes absorb all trace of light.
I hide in the darkness under the earth
But at nightfall I always take flight.
I know you can hear me, you know what I need.
I can feel the warmth in your bones.
I long to take you into my embrace
But I’m doomed to be always alone.
Oh, I’ll be alive forever.
And I will be dead for all time.
Survival is really my only endeavor
But my soul will never be mine.
No, my soul will never be mine…
Veil of midnight, shroud of ache,
A hollow heart begins to wake,
Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled,
Craving life within this world.
A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst,
The agony—a wicked curse,
Flesh untouched but essence bled,
Hungering for what is shed.
Through trembling dark and frigid moan,
I grasp at souls, yet stand alone,
Each stolen breath a fleeting glow,
Still starving deep in depths below.
Ravishing grimness, wretched plight,
A suffering that breeds delight,
To drink, to drain, to taste the soul,
To feel—then lose—control.
In tortured pangs, my hollow cries,
A thirst that burns, that never dies,
No blood will sate, no flesh repair,
Only whispers in the air.
The void consumes, yet I remain,
Bound by hunger, wracked with pain,
A phantom lost, unseen, yet near,
Feeding off your trembling fear.
And when the night betrays the dawn,
Another voice—another gone,
A feast of echoes, dimly bright,
Devoured whole before the light.
By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace,
No mirror shows my pale, sharp face.
Stake through heart? Please, not today—
I dodge those stakes and run away.
Garlic bread? You think I'll drool?
I've got a stash behind the stool.
Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint,
Sunscreen 50 is my saint.
I drink your blood, but don't take fright—
It's just a snack to get me right.
No veins harmed, I swear, no mess,
Just need my iron, I confess!
Yet deep inside this fangy guise,
Loneliness behind my eyes.
Immortal curse, eternal night,
A shadow lost without the light.
So laugh at myths of vampire dread,
But think of all the tears I've shed.
I'm just a feature of the night,
Trying to keep my teeth polite.
I tried to date on Tinder once,
But "Undead" marked me as a dunce.
They matched, then screamed, then blocked my chat,
Just 'cause I asked, "May I taste that?"
they said he drained them —
not with charm
but with a syringe.
office door closed,
fake smile,
real bad smell.
the papers called him a vampire.
he was worse.
blood dripping in tubes,
dripping like old beer from busted taps
in dead bars at 2 a.m.
no bats, no castles,
just a slob in a tie,
a geek who found horror
in a bored suburb.
he worked next to you.
smiled like you.
laughed at the same bad jokes.
but inside,
a desert rat,
a hunger with no god.
they caught him,
but there are others —
thousands of others.
the real monsters wear khakis.
beneath the shroud of moonlit mist
he waits with lips like poisoned wine
his touch a whisper, cold as death
his promise sweet as love divine
his voice, a hymn of midnight vows
a song spun soft in shadowed breath
each word a silken strand of fate
that lures me to his velvet death
his kiss ignites, his hunger claims
my pulse dissolves in endless night
entwined in darkness, lost in him
no dawn, no fear--just his delight
there was a young rake named Beck
who picked up a young vampiress in Quebec
he took her home to his bed
in the morning woke up dead
with a pair of fang marks in his........
With eyes that pierce the darkest night/
He weilds the most powerful psychic mind/
A black hole inside his chest/
Devouring any and all energy/
Every past life, a memory combined/
In a single soul, entwined, refined/
The King of Kings, feared by the Devil's lair/
A crown of crowns, in shadows rare/
Most beautiful, yet terrifying to behold/
A tale of power, dark and bold/
In silence he moves, unseen and swift/
His presence alone, the ultimate rift/
Through realms unknown, his spirit roams/
In search of energy, the hunger ravishing/
A Vampire of the mind, a force unseen/
The most fearsome, in the spectral scene/
but to be your sky
must I paint the moon in red ~
valentine vampire
Let's dance for the dead,
In beautiful nightmares,
And together we create the most eccentric tragic story,
No one has foreseen,
Will you be my Vampire?
Vampire bat looks for a tasty treat
Blood is the only thing he will eat
He bites pink flesh with his razor teeth
Lapping up warm blood that flows beneath
Stolen from story book disbelief
Leather cape swoop, hooks my veins
Fork prong fangs drink, blood drains
Bubble in ruby bead eyed thief
Gurgle as furry gargoyle fills
Helicopter hurricane flurry vanishes
Clutching my haemorrhage damages
Explosive throat, dizzying thrills
Attack on this dreaded day, theorise
Opened as old time, musty pages
Terror in an unexpected text message
Dirty diseased creature in disguise
Heroic helper - no - unobscured horror
Giving me a role in rancid plot
Grave digging past reveals rot
Historic vampiric bombastic bother
Haunted Taunted
Spooks Peek
Last of October
Barnabas Dracula Kitty
Barnabas darts deep in my closet each dawn
I go feed him at sunset but poof he’s gone
On Halloween night
I spot Barny in flight
His sharp fangs and black cape greeting kids on the lawn
He’s both a vampire and a gentleman,
she longed to be a bride of the shadows;
They connected on a wooden dance floor;
To her he appeared perfect medicine;
How combative he was everyone knows,
no matter the rumors she just wants more;
Going to him right now would feel so good,
secure she was the woman that he chose;
This was like nothing she had felt before,
exploring the world as his wife she would
adore.
I once thought you were powerful
Elusive
As smart and as quick as Dracula himself
You kept me with your gaze
And your wanton touch
Shiny things a little at a time
kept me like a worm on a hook
But after awhile I saw the truth
You are no vampire
You are a mosquito
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