By Medha Matta
sadness is a vampire,
sucking it’s teeth into the neck,
but instead of sipping blood
it sucks out your soul
craving the warmth of laughter,
the half that makes you whole
but it's dark embrace
leaves you an empty bowl
it feasts on dreams
devours hope with sighs
leaving your body an instrument, waiting to be played
beneath the weight of cries
with every heartbeat, it lingers
it's shadows creeping in at night
murmuring tales of pain
consuming your warmth and darkening the lights.
but the dawn arrives too late
and the sun doesn't chase the dark away
unfortunately, the silence of your heart
allowed the vampire to stay.
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