Pristine
by Jesi
(Indiana)
The one whose blood is cold
is the one who draws it from others.
The one who is stronger than most
is the one for whom it is not a problem.
The beings that are thought to be nonexistent
are actually living among us.
and we don’t even realize it.
And I know,
because I was once with one.
And through that one,
I have become one:
Vampire.
The word holds so much in awe.
The eyes are captivated by the
painful beauty of the one who is undead.
The gravity of the angelic being
is almost too strong to resist.
And I know:
because I was drawn to him.
And he pulled me in,
and stole away my crimson life,
along with my heart.
I suffered in icy fire,
the pain too much to bear:
the pain of seeing him suffer.
He had partook of the one he loved,
severely changed her,
and turned her over to his side.
And there was no going back.
Ever.
And I know:
because I was the one.
I was turned into something beautiful on the outside,
but torn apart on the inside.
Just like his heart.
There’s no going back.
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