More poems by Janna-the-unknown

rose on a coffin

I will give you three hints:

What is life like to not make a sound?
What is life when your heart stops?
What is life when your blood turns cold,
and is no longer as red as the rose on your coffin door?

This world is our mystery.
to you. to me.

Have you guessed what i am?
Or will you wait and see?

my appetite is simple:
i hunt, i feed, i drink from my prey.
I don't eat.
I don't need water.

My warning is this:
watch out son's and daughters.


Have you guessed what i am?
my next hint:
Is that I'm a good liar.


What i am is a,
Vampire.