Vampires Poem by Meg Mendel

They were born monsters and will die monsters.
They’ve never been loved and probably will never be.

They walk the earth watching the centuries pass, as time continues and changes they do not.
Feasting on their pray, draining the life out of them, though they have no souls, or hearts to beat.

Some gain wisdom and continue to thrive.
While others cannot find peace or happiness in this life or the years to come.

Born into a life they don’t choose.
They walk among you unnoticed and untouched.