In Death We Lament

We smile…

Just because we are different,

Does not mean we are odd.

We are not human,

But, we were once.

We laugh…

Our instincts may be buried deep,

But, they are there.

We can behave as you do.

If you just give us a chance.

We cry…

Do not push us aside,

Because we are different.

We feel just as you do,

And we scar just as easily.

We hurt…

We do not breathe,

We do not live,

We do not die,

But, we do feel.

We are vampires…

Why do you ignore us?

Put us in your horror stories?

Shun us as if we are myths?

Pretend we are not there?

We are not your equals…?

Our skin is pale,

Our eyes are odd,

Our teeth are sharp,

But, how bad is that really?

We are not human…

We were bitten by others…

We rose from our graves.

Ripped from our eternal sleep,

For an eternity of night.

We are dead…

We smile,

We laugh,

We cry,

We hurt.

Why is that so strange?

We are vampires,

We are not your equals,

We are not human,

We are dead.

What is so wrong about being what you are…

Even if that was not your choice?