Found a great poem from deepundergroudpoetry.com that really-really is 'me'
A Vampires Remorse
As I mourned my beloved Wife,
I included in my misery,
a scorn of Gods gift called life,
my immortal eyes watched eternity.
Now all I see is in Moonlight
and I hide when Day is born.
Visions of all is cast in shadows
color of Day is forever gone.
My dead nostrils smell only mildew,
mold and decay, an existence, stale.
I dream of Morning, days beginning
and skin once tan which now is pale.
When I lived and loved my better half,
an oath was made unto myself.
This love would endure eternally
through out time, sickness and health.
Memories of how we said our vows,
there I knew from the start.
Love would transcend it would not end
lasting beyond death do us part.
Our happiness it was governed,
when found out she could not bear young.
Sadness thus encompassed her;
she envied all mothers and songs they sung.
She tried to hide from her pain;
an altered state of mind did seek.
To make her life worth living again,
search happiness where all is bleak.
There by the Gods of luck and odds,
a child came to be.
Conceived by a child herself,
from addictions conflicting deeds.
A drug house a young girls labor occurred,
where my Wife and I had did seek escape.
Life's' pain had inflicted a curse on her;
through altered minds we tried to erase.
An Infant appeared birthed in a bad dream,
for this is the way he was born.
A destitute life of poverty,
destiny at birth it was forlorn.
This young mother she had her druthers;
she traded the child to us for drugs.
My mate and I paid for her to get high,
and then scooped the baby right off the rug.
My Lady did stand, she had a plan
of two plus one is three
She gathered the child, who fit her style
and we became a Family.
Then all was dear for the next five years.
What prospered grew and acquired.
Was love health and material wealth.
All of our wants which we aspired.
Then one wrenched and wicked day
a fool shot a bullet in revelry.
He did not care that it flew through the air
Unconcerned of deaths flying trajectory.
We were on a picnic all three full of love
She suddenly fell and lay on the grove
What pierced my wife took her life
Ending all that for which we had strove.
In a bar I drown my sorrow night after night
The maid let me in as I searched for my keys
I'd lie beside my son both our tears flowing
Wordless we cried and mourned ourselves to sleep.
One eve. After we had laid her to rest
I remembered a haze of the first full moon
Amplified was my cry unrelenting was sorrow
life without her love was surrounded by gloom.
A Female was pale yet she was dark.
We found common ground in our despair.
All her life she'd searched for another.
She wished for a love but love wasn't there.
She had never found love herself.
She desired to help my want within.
Aid my quest, which I needed so,
to search till there was no end.
She took my hand and led me outside
to a graveyard which was near
'What I offer you is immortalit, y
all the time to search for what you hold dear.
In my drunken stupor
I fell into the web she wove
It entangled me with a need to see
The one which I had betroved.
She said, ' Close your eyes, think of times
The glory the splendor of her.
Do not fear this won't take long.
She drew forth my emotions which stirred.
'Lean your head back.' I did so.
I barely felt the fangs go in.
My life ebbed on a journey to bliss,
soon I did call death my friend.
My heartbeat grew softer,
it slowed and nearly stopped.
My conscience knew all of this,
lethargic lucidity as blood pressure dropped.
I thought, what would become of my Son,
with both of us Parents gone?
I prayed the Maid would care for him
and keep her place in our Home.
Then came the voice
Of the one who did this deed.
'This I offer to you
impairs wisdoms of deaths creed.'
And now you must choose,
Do you wish existence to end,
or seek out the one you love.
for you will have all time to spend.
Then came the presence of my Wife
Her spirit gray in hugh.
She said. 'Do not pass into the void
our son is the one who needs of you.
Seeing how you are now undead
Together forever we are.
We three again family you see
I accept it as such here under the stars.
This darkened Woman who drank my blood.
Tensed as my Wife she did hea.r
I wondered what undercurrents were there
for it seemed that what i wished became near.
Then she offered her wrist to me,
Said. ' Drink of my veins and it is done.
To your Wife I must say I will not go away
for the love I have for longed has just begun.
by MikePoet
