Laying in the sun.
Hoping it will kill me.
Nothing.
Human blood.
Pulses through.
My vampric body.
Nothing burns.
Nothing changes.
Never age.
Never grow.
Can't go to sleep.
Can't live peacefully.
Will I ever die?
Will this ever end?
This nightmare.
Not finding.
A place.
I can be happy.
No place.
I can appreciate.
Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem