Am I? (The Vampire) Poem by Christoph Praus

Am I? (The Vampire)



The rain crawling, slower, in drips of purest bliss?

The grass winding, slighter, smells of open life?

The pale breeze, grand, enveloping with its kiss?

Or perhaps the sun, glorious, cutting like a knife?

Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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