The Life And Times Of A Struggling Vampire

Sympathy For The Dammed

If I were to play in the sun,
it's rays would spark me and slay me.
So I live only at night.
If I could survive each night without staining my face and lips,
don't you think I would?
I am the most misunderstood creature, symbol of evil and fear.
I did not ask for this. How would you deal with the creeping madness of never dying?
You hinder me.
Attack me with your rosewood and shamans.
Foolish. Mortal.
Leave me alone. You snuggle into a warm bed at night. I sleep in cold earth.  Let me try to gather my frail dignity.
Persist in this, and one night I will come calling. Perched on the edge of your nightmare, my touch will be hemlock.
And I will surely break you.