Crimson Tears
A red droplet storms to the ground.
He watches her as she
ran away, far away from him.
He stands there, listening to a sound.
Any sign that she is coming back again was slim.
He could hear her rumbling screams of terror.
A sound he wishes would leave his mind.
He is lost, lost in the darkness from which he came.
She was his light. He would have lived in a brighter life forever.
But nothing is like it was now, nothing was the same.
If only he kept his secret a little longer;
If only she was still here.
He looked at his crimson tears on his hand,
thinking that it’ll make his heart stronger.
He was so close, so close to live a life he knew he will never have.
Maybe vampires aren’t meant to fall in love and live normal lives. . . .Just to eternally walk this Earth and starve with our loss forever. . . . . . . . . .
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