Lets go to the dark places
Held within my mind.
Lets bring a pen and paper
and journal what we find.
As I mourned my beloved wife.
I included in my misery.
A scorn of Gods gift of life
With immortal eyes
and all time to see.
Now is darkness all around me.
What you see is but a shell.
Emptines appeased with frigidity
Nothings drawn from a bottomless well.
This is Vampire stuff hope have not posted it yet.This is part of Vampires Remorse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem