Pale, hollow and tired
These is no stop for an all-nighter
May the night go by but hope that the light of day never come
May the lack of that light show on there skin and eyes for it has been a minute
Pale, hollow and tired
The work of all-nighter may never stop
The cruelty of work and sweat hollow out there dreams
But what dreams do an all-nighter even have with no relies of peace to sleep
Pale, hollow and tired
There may only one way to stop an all-nighter
May there come the day a horrible reality to wash over them
When there is no more coffee to fuel them
That is when they rest
YOU ARE READING
Just a coffee drinking vampire
PoetryThis one is kinda an inside joke from an essay I wrote. I was commenting on fanfiction or something for a book response. Anyway, I made a joke that it was unrealistic for a vampire to live so long and not learn some new skills eg do a barista course...
