I cannot dream of the life I yearn for,
But I will continue to want that night,
And I know I should demand so much more,
But I cannot exist in the daylight.
I crave to know of what I cannot gain,
Though I understand the risks forced to make
And the never ending glances of pain
I could only resist against not to take.
I need a voice to shout out my heart’s plea,
I have wished for the darkness for far too long,
Like it is my soul’s foolish melody,
And I continue to keep my will strong.
I must sacrifice my soul to the fire
In order to become a vampire.
Author notes
Okay, so I know it's a skeptical poem, but what could be cooler than a Shakespearean sonnet about wanting to become a vampire?
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