The moon sends silver strands
through my saddened hair,
but I don’t care,
for my body lays
almost lifelessly like a corpse
and the cold wind
blows through my veins,
for a cruel and thirsty vampire
sucked all my energy.
I’m surrounded by lavender flowers
but I cannot see them
and the only things I can smell
are the blood that pours from my chest
and my burnt thoughts
I need something or someone to revive me…
by Alina Andreea Cătărău
