I, Vampire, a poem written by Freya Pickard at Spillwords.com
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I, Vampire

I, Vampire

written by: Freya Pickard



I understand emptiness
I feel no fear
no pain
no joy
no sorrow
I am hollowed out inside
what used to live within
has long since fled
yet still, I am not dead
unable to care
to be concerned
no heart beats within my breast
no hormones surge inside
I feel nothing –
unliving yet undead

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