19th july 2009

Vampire
-Nicholas Ong



i wake from this sudden sleep, pain throbs in my head
new emotions well inside me, a deep feeling of hate
i rise from my bed, my rest, my brook of solitude
feeling the cold winds wash against my body nude

wondering about this cold, i stand up and dress
then glance down to see my muscly chest
somehow, my body had undergone changes
reluctantly i glance up to look at the hall's mirrors

horrifying shock, a terrified howl, disbelieving fright
the mirror's reflected my bed, the walls, but i was nowhere in sight
a knock on the room's wooden door changes my course of focus
a young woman enters, her face the ephiphany of ignorace

despite resisting my urges, i lunge, whilst my mind screams for her to back
but before she had a chance to act, long fangs sink into her neck
cringing in pain, life ebbs away, the blood pools on the floor
looking down at the body, i shudder, then let loose a roar

guilt, remorse, washes over me, overwhelming fear
why has it come to this, am i now a monster?
plunging my fangs into my arm, blood splashes onto the mirror
but somehow, in some twisted way, this actually feels better.



got this idea from Edward Cullen from twilight, which i am currently reading
a vampire who doesn't want to be a monster
its not very fluent, but i like the last paragraph.
more tomorrow.
school tomorrow.
SIAN

//:
i hate this feeling. running back and forth, chasing after what everyone's thinking, only to find that i've been a step behind.
so i run. i chase. i attempt to catch up.
but in the end, nobody really tells me anything.
and i'm left running for the rest of my life.