Disclaimer: I don't own the idea of how humans turn to vamps, Stephenie Meyer does.
Burning and Freezing
A Poem By VeggieVamp
The knives in my neck
break away
just in time.
My life is receding
or is it?
or is it?
The venom
is burning.
The minute-hand circles
again
and again.
A fire has started,
and screams fill the night.
I think they are
my own.
A coldness is spreading
and hurting
and freezing.
My heart stutters frantically...
beat...
beat...
beat...
silence...
