Mine

A poem depicted the actions and feelings of a vampire.

Mine

I like it here in my own corner
in my own secluded enclosure
deep and dark, indeed I am wary
I fear the light with each exposure.

By day I sleep is my own tomb,
my own unconcious sleeping womb.
Upon my wake,
beware the stake,
thst shall peirce my heart - my own.

I do not fear their horrid stares
or their looks of pure disgust
pale i am, my own illusion,
faster than my rising dust.

By night i walk about in search
of mortals from my lofted perch,
when they sleep,
their lives i reep,