The Vampire Shadow

This road filled with iron tears
Constant companion
Yearning on a level untold
Faith in the purpose of life, shaken to its core

Breathing air that only serves to torment Poking a sharp knife in the heart of a tender life Words that strangle hearts, like vines and a bitter cage Fervent attempts at a connection In a far away, heart wrenching land

An evil word, supposedly beneficial
The closeness of true warmth and love
Never realized
Instincts and desires that are questioned Like so many millions fragments of splintered ice Beautiful in their design Sinister in their intent

Pictures on a glowing plane
Beckoning, like some miraculous lighthouse Nervousness and sweat that let me know What is in my heart is real

Dark grey skies of winter
Wretched and torn
But it is all it knows
Head in hands, face down on the floor
I can see you standing there

Days of twisted hope, in some limitless vacuum Thoughts of you make me realize Of how far I really have to go Not only in distance, but in some realm that only I can know

A flower, found in an unsuspecting manner Drawing me in with luscious nectar But now, I seek refuge and sanctuary From thoughts that injure In darkness and silence, I find my only friend And friend is a word that can tear out a soul

This poem is about a special girl tha lives in Romania. I had met her through chatting on the net, but never in person. I have talked with her on the phone as well. I have had a very tough time in comprehending the fact that this person is real. I live in the US, so it is hard for us to meet. I just know that I have been wanting her badly, and not being able to meet her for real caused me a lot of heartache. I think this poem captures the way I felt.
I still miss her badly.

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