Dark Dreamer
2 March, 2004
Author: Hellsing
Walkin down the streets, all dark,
the moonlight makes a cold light arc,
I walk amongst the graves of the dead,
And dream about the lives they led.
Why did they live, not just to die?
They did not stand, to now just lie,
To here the sounds of passing life,
Now victim's to Death's subtle knife.
And while I'm thinking, I dare to dream,
When its my turn, what will life mean?
Will people then remember me,
Or will they think I passed, unseen.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| LinzAy (65.33.111.167) -- Wednesday, March 17 2004, 06:05 pm I like this :) .....Where'd you get your name from? the anime? |
| hellsing (unknown) -- Thursday, March 18 2004, 12:22 pm Yeah. I love the anime, and vampires, so i thought that after my mate showed me this site, id sorta mix the two together |
| Blood (69.171.187.12) -- Wednesday, June 6 2012, 09:10 am Hey this is badass no joke |
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