The Vampire In My Dreams

A poem inspired by Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.

He floats around the abyss of blinding brightness
Dazzling me with his sparkly, white, sarcastic smile
His stare melts me but molds my only happiness
Ay! Only his love is a wait that is worth every mile

He may not seem to notice, or I may be too keen
He does not know how happy and hard all is for me
Only he has the most perfect beauty I have ever seen
Yet he is just way too good for he and I to ever be

He is the only good reason for my miserable existence
And he, too, will be responsible for my inevitable end
If I should die to pay for my unwanted persistence
So shall be it, much easier than having wounds to mend

I look at him in front of me with my eyes filled with tears
His eyes feign indifference which silently stabbed my heart
My, his unconcerned expression gives me the worst fears
Like he is going to bite my neck and just suddenly tear me apart…




I love him…
He was real… Human…
Now he’s the vampire in my dreams…