Young Writers Society

My soul rots away,.
My heart turns to dust, .
My body I do not own,
Yet continue I must, I must continue.

For life is too short
T to let life waste away,
So I ran from it all,
Tried trying to prevent the decay,

Yet any sanity I had once
W was now shredded apart,.
I am the target,
where they hold the dart,.

I have been watching myself wither,
Felt Feeling the control slip from reach,.
But it’s what I have to do,
to feed like a leach,

It’s not just addiction,
it’s survival as well,.
I hear its call,
I’m entranced by its spell,.

It’s a struggle for me too,.
I'm struggleing to breath,.
Although myI'm breathing unnecessarily
for I am death,.

I scream louder,
but no one ever hears my cry,.
I call out and listen intently,
And they don’t reply,.

It’s too late,
there is no cure,.
I am diseased,
no longer pure,.

I’m sorry you had to die,
for my own needs,.
Even the dead survive,
even the dead feeds,.

It’s bad to play with my food,
so now I say goodbye,.
I won’t say this won’t hurt,
prepare to die,.

Struggling won’t help,
for I am too strong,.
Relax, you are mine,
I know this is wrong,.

It won’t be quick,
I will not lie,. - What does this line mean?
Please be quiet,
do not cry,.

It’s not personal,
it’s your blood I desire,.
I am a nightmare,
because I am a vampire.

Work out your full-stops and comma's. They're also very important in a poem.