Gary McPhail

Rookie (01-09-89 / Chesterfield)

My Coffin Is My Comfort - Poem by Gary McPhail

When day becomes night
its time to feed to survive,
Feeding on our cattle
that you would call life.
They say there is a battle
but we live in the dark,
We're imagination in your minds
while your food in ours.

We don't play by the rules,
we do anything we want to do,
Our species is a greater being
and were coming for you.

Afraid of light,
At night afraid of nothing,
The moon is our sun
there is nothing to stop it

The blood is sweeter
each time I have a taste,
your screams are sugar
that coat my food as I sink in my teeth,
You run with fear
this I like,
I smell your sweet scent
and I hunt for a bite.

Up comes the sun
as I lay in my bed,
My coffin is my comfort
as I lay there dead

Comments about My Coffin Is My Comfort by Gary McPhail

  • (7/28/2006 3:54:00 AM)

    I can see it all..its almost real....nice job here!

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  • (7/24/2006 4:22:00 PM)

    Quite a graphic description of a vampire sinking its fangs (into the neck?) and feeding while the 'moon is my sun.' Another of our young poets showing real promise. Well done, Gary.

    Love, Fran xx
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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 24, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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