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TL:DR - Skip to the bottom of the post, if you do not want to read any of my backstory.
The years were 2001-2003, I had been given an opportunity in 11th and 12th grade, by the school administration, to attend a Technical/Community College, as a full-time "college" student. Of course, I gladly accepted and pursued this opportunity, having previously entertained the notion of dropping out late into my 10th Grade year.
I was regularly passed over for "Advanced" class opportunities prior to this, due to my work ethic, in not really "believing" in the concept of homework, yet regularly scoring highly during tests throughout the Quarters/Semesters/Trimesters of classes. My grades were failing as a result, and the educational system in place at the time was not receptive to apparent intelligence, but rather how well you completed the given work, as opposed to general depth of knowledge of the actual subject matter, objectively. I was able to walk with my Class of 2003 at Graduation and attend the ceremony, but I was Graduating approximately 4 credits short, and was not being given my Diploma at that time. I was also struck with an inability during the last 2 years of my High School experience, to be able to attend or even step foot in my High School without supervision or an escort, I was being isolated from the community I had literally grown up with. I had to take summer classes, after Graduation to make up for these lost credits, and upon completion, I was to receive my Diploma, or so I had thought. Once the paperwork and missing credits were accounted for at the school later in the summer, I had returned to the main administrative office to retrieve that which I had worked so hard to FINALLY obtain. At this point, I was handed the extremely sought after document, only to have it promptly ripped from my hands.
The Secretary in charge at the time, whom handed it to me initially, noticed an apparent error in the date of graduation. You see, it was dated for the time I walked with the remainder of my graduating class and this would be "unfair" to the other students in my graduating class if they ever found out! At this point, she informed me that the document would need to be destroyed, and that I would need to come back at a later date to retrieve a document that was more appropriately dated.
This, absolutely, devastated me, and quite literally shaped an air of despair in my mind for the coming years. My lack of Graduation at the time I was intended to, and holding the document hostage from me (until approximately Mid-December of 2003), ruined my chances of further application to colleges to pursue alternate fields of study that I had interest, because I was unable to produce the proof, that I had in-fact graduated.
In the wake of this self-disappointment, I did what any reasonable adult would, and entered the workforce as an unskilled laborer/worker.
Fast-forward to May of 2005, I was still in a very bad state mentally. My High School Graduation 2 years prior, was bittersweet, and left a hole that was never filled, and I was still troubled and unsatisfied with the direction my life was taking. At this point, I was 20 years old, and working a job that I did not enjoy, nor was I making enough money at the time to support myself, I was still living at home. I had just gotten out of a relationship, which also left a deep scar on my heart, she had cheated on me. In the endless monotony of this lifestyle, I discovered that I actually had a knack for piecing together the written word, and to my own personal opinion, I did it well. I began writing down verse as it came to me, whether I was out, or at work, or at home, the creativity was essentially flowing through me like a faucet on full-blast.
Vampyre's Lament was, and still is, one of my most prized and treasured creations. In my opinion, it is a crown jewel in the works contained within the imaginary volumes of "Struggles of the Unseen", my unwritten memoir and compendium of the writing that took place, during this, the darkest times of my life.
At age 34 (at current), I feel like now is a better time than never, to finally share some of the works that I have created in the past.
It can be best described as an experimental narrative style poem, I hope you enjoy:
Enter the broken man
Walking the cold empty streets, at night
Wandering in sour lament
A shadow passes overhead
Are you live or are you dead!?! He exclaims.
and so the booming voice answers..
You have darker beginnings than I young one
Never again will you see morning sun
Who are you!?! again the broken man exclaims
Your life now only holds hate and regret
You now lust for blood, death, and to strengthen the breed
Come now child, tonight we feed
and so the dark one leaps upon prey
No escape for thee this day..
and so the broken man begins to wander again, weakened and dazed from vampyric sting
I see you have found your love long lost
Will she be willing to pay the cost?
No longer do you find love in your corroded heart
Darkened soul and corrupted breed
Now feed, human BLEED!
From afar child you now watch in lament
Your love now lost lies in torment
For she now suffers a different fate, lying dead from your cruel hate
Hate consumes, as new vampire blooms Join us now in eternal torment
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