TheVampireSergioV
Many nights I sit and ponder
Upon this life of mine and its wonders
My Powers of will and suggestion
I choose to use as a mere jester
I see others in the night embracing hand in hand
And knowing if I want to have the same I can
But to just have any hand I choose to hold
Would make me still a lonely soul
Outside darkness falls and the town clock sounds its hourly tone
As I awaken from my deep sleep still so beautiful and alone
TheVampireSergioV
TheVampireSergioV's Works
Poetry | 2004-07-04 | Life |
Poetry | 2004-07-05 | The story of Jeb and his slow son Fred |
Poetry | 2004-07-10 | So Beautiful and Alone |
Poetry | 2004-07-14 | Preyed Upon |
Poetry | 2004-07-15 | Rage |
Poetry | 2004-07-15 | The Thinker |
Poetry | 2004-12-14 | Precious One |
Poetry | 2005-01-18 | Taken In |
Poetry | 2005-04-22 | Misery |