They groan under the light of day
It stings their eyes
Burning and singeing the skin
They are creatures of the night
Vampires
People may say
Though they would not call themselves that
They have no immoral cravings
For human flesh
Or the blood
In veins fat with blood
They are creatures of the night
In only the sense that day deafens them
Makes ears and eyes bleed
With the non-stop bustle of the daily commuters
The smoke and dust
Of a thousand cars
On the motorway
They wish for the near silence of the country night
Fields of endless grass
And trees to sit beneath
Kiss and cry
An owl offers the soundtrack
Accompanied by
The occasional shotgun in the night
A cow in the field below
Such innocent sounds
Compared to the horns and the screams
Of the city streets
These creatures walk the day in sunglasses and earmuffs
Running quickly to the shade
Or to hide behind dark curtains
They are not vampires
No seductive creatures of the night
Who feed of flesh
And have no sense of emotion
No remorse for those they kill
The night is simply their playground
Not their feeding ground
They have no interest in the clubs
Where the young people play
They find more solace in the parks of childhood
Where the drug addicts work
Though they ignore the shady deals in the dark
And the use of pipes and mirrors
A park is just a substitute for open fields
They sit on the swings that whistle as the wind acts the child
Speaking in whispers
They talk about their lives
Their loves
Wondering about joy that is the sun
Though they feel no jealously
The night is filled with delights
Away from the hot street lights
Death wishers
And those from the goth scene
Approach them
Seeking the fever of pain
In the dark
Their ears are tantalised by the sound of tearing flesh
Blood running thick
With want of pain
Though their lust is not fulfilled in the park
And they leave
Bodies aching
Searching for the pleasures
That the pale ones
Cannot fulfil
These creatures
Soft spoken larker’s of the night
Hide in the shadows
During the day
Loitering there like the scum
Though they do not associate themselves with that crowd
No
They groan under the light of day
It stings their eyes
Burns and singes the skin
They are creatures of the night
Vampires
Some may say
But only in the sense that day deafens them
Causes eyes and ears to bleed
They seek a country night
Cold and quiet
Away from the hustle
Of the everyday world
Shadows Cast By The Street Lights 