Dracula Poem by joshua madiba

It's going on slowly.
It's melting like ice of the summer.
The pillars of faith
have cracks from the concrete level.
I feel myself nomore,
that the plague of nomads
is a distant from me.
Every thing is down on me.
It's only lack lifting me.

I see it going slowly.
Do you see it?
that my life is at the end of
it's peak.
The narrow veins that contained
blood now contain water tissues.
Even the breath that i take out.
Takes a percentage of my life.
Dracula take me along
Don't drab me like garlic
take me
Dracula take me with you