Forever

Forever

Living a proof,
that makes my choices easier;
avoiding guilt and shivering,
making me feel better…

Vicious torturing a race
of shallow prays everywhere;,
gift them madness and fear
so they even cant see I’m there…

Carrying on a bless, despite
a terrible dream chases me.
every night
every day,
hunt me down once again.

Time hidden in a cage,
and then confusing images surround me,
leading my empty soul to disappear
taking me to another stage..

It’s just a moment of rage.
of cruel status and cold disease
brings me a blow of death,
which in my story writes another page.

…darkness, I owe you a life…

Vampire Stories II /07/2009

 

Hi, "D347H":
Well, I would classify your poem in the category of horror and suspense, which are well written. There are things that make the reader receives these kinds of fear. I think it belongs to poems you have written in the book you mentioned: "Vampire Stories".
To me, your poem seems very good, congratulations.
Fraternally,
Ramiro

 

Tarde pero sin sueño, agradezco las flores, Dama.
Con gusto la traducción te le envío.
Saludos y glorias.