Ivory skin falters thoughts, <br />Perfect sculpture like faces and bodies daze, <br />Deep blazing eyes of red and gold mesmerize, <br />Brown, gold, red, white, and black hair sends shivers down my spine. <br /> <br />Their physical being is only to unreal to endure, <br />But not all is hidden in their looks alone, <br />For more of theirs secrets seem to linger within their thoughts. <br /> <br />No matter how menacing or destructive and blood thirsty they seem to be, <br />I cannot but seem to drift into their friendships of the foolish. <br />Seemingly impossible to escape, <br />But not wanting to keeps me from falling into the suicidal strings of humanity. <br /> <br />Yet from even the strangest of knowledgeable advantages, <br />Is still see my point of reference, <br />Even if the thought is of but a glimpse of intelligence within the unintelligible; <br />Ignorance is bliss.<br /><br />Ashley Fortin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vampires-4/
