A warning – poem


Sweet, oh how sweet he is, him who dwells in darkness,
Reaching out for your pain, tearing your memories,
Until you feel safer, no burdens or worries.
“Please touch me”, you’ll tell him, for his gift’s emptiness
And you’ll crave ecstasy, gasping as soft fingers
Will stroke your life away. You were mistaken, dear.
He needs to eat joy too, not only grief and fear.
If you want to stay whole, choose nice human lovers.

Here is a poem I’ve just written. Might be a friend or relative warning someone against vampire-like creatures, out of prejudice or because they’re right, who knows. Or they’re warning this person against putting themselves at risk because they want to forget something…

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