I have had a
Vampire nightmare.
The night rises like a curtain
After a long nights hunt.
I run back home
Before the light bulb sun
Turns my skin to ash.
I run inside my room
And I close the shades.
It’s 7: 00 in the early morning rise.
I lie in bed, and close my eyes.
I dreamt of myself,
Myself untouched.
I dreamt of me,
Walking in the sunlight.
An hour later,
I started to burn.
I looked at my hands,
And I see flames.
I turn and run inside.
I feel the urge to feed,
But no one is there to see.
I wake up at a knock on my door.
I climb out of bed
And I open the door.
No one is there.
I turn to go back to bed
When I feel warm.
I look at my hands and they turn to ash.
I wake up,
And I am still alive.
I have had a
Vampire Nightmare.
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Most interesting, from a psychological point of view. But it's much more interesting as poetry. GW62