Vampires
Are real
They suck
The blood
Of love
The fears
Of kindness
The shame
Of forgiveness
The vulnerability
Of growth
The oxygen
Of clarity
The hope
Of momentum
The peace
Of mind
They grind
to find
the rhyme
to dismantle
disgruntle
the flow of
your time
to drain
the gain
with the pleasure of
pain
scars unseen
stain upon stain
putrid puke green
leached and latched
host blinded is the
host unmatched
begging the question
before the echo dies flat
why
why
why
look on the bright side
reverse your psych pry
what must one destroy
to stay alive?
Or avoid to
love, laugh and cry?
For every good
there is evil
For every hate
there is love
For every angel
there’s a devil
So open thine eyes and
follow the line
To the truth,
the divine
If she is the vampire
Then you are the what
In this parable of mine