Indeed. It's always the charm or glamour that beautifies the dead and lures the innocent to be deceased. You can't help but to love the way of the vampires' kiss. The tender neck and the pulse are to be forever destroyed of the elegance as the uns...
Ye, for the most part, no one would ever notice when a single person dies in their own resting. Someone may miss you, perhaps some others, but it's a fleeting thing. No one is ever missed too much.
Silly, you. Succumb to the night, and it will embrace you with powerful arms. It was your fault for fighting it that deemed you a plaything forevermore.
Anyways, it was an alright poem.
Wow Roland, im impressed.. This is a wonderful piece, very dark and mysterious.. Nice flow and rhyme to it as well, hope to read more from you soon .. please keep on writing, you have significant talent and a very creative imagination... Really gr...
Hey, Roland. It's been a while, so I thought that I would just drop a comment to say hi and that I miss the old chat rooms. IT's so sad on what they've resorted to now. Individual rooms that anyone can just make? So dumb.
-kitty