This poem is called Damian.
Hi, its been a while since I've posted something, so now I think it's time. This is a poem about a vampiric creature.
He looked to both sides,
no one was to see.
He heard all of their minds,
why couldn't they just let him be?
He felt the hunger,
burning his throat.
He felt the longer,
and the loath.
She walked down the street,
with blood so sweet.
He had to have her,
no one would know.
He was the beast,
cold and soft snow.
He couldn't,
he wouldn't.
He wanted so baldy,
but he would kill her sadly.
She turned her head,
and looked at him.
She smiled and said,
Please come in.
So small,
so delicate.
She would fall,
on the steps.
He had her,
he felt her skin.
He agonized to the pain with in.
Her skin, so warm, so soft,
her blood pulsed,
her cheeks flused.
He had to have her!
But he couldn't make him self kill her,
so fragile, so soft.
And yet, he dragged her in,
with the blood rush within.
He kissed her mouth, red and soft,
he felt her skin, warm but cool.
She felt the difference,
she felt his coldness, she felt his hardness.
The secret was out,
her scream was soft, not loud.
And yet it destroyed everything in his mind.
I hope you liked it.