I’m still dreaming - what the heck?
Death in my apartment!
Vampires standing neck-to-neck
In their pitch-dark garments.

Many speeches, toasts were made,
All about longevity.
The bloodsucking was delayed,
Blood remains a specialty.

In the coffin, I lie still,
While a ghoul of strength and will

Keeps pushing me persistently,
Inspecting me quite viciously.
He tucks me in insistently
And bares his fangs consistently.

Dropping little streams of drool,
Looking starved and feral,
One extremely perky ghoul
Bit through my blood vessel.

After that an owlish leech,
Speaking with decidedness,
Gave a motivating speech:
Merits of full-bloodedness.

Standing closely by my side,
All the guards of honor cried.

But I see they’re glancing hungrily
At my carotid artery,
If they can pierce this artery,
Then I won’t sleep so heartily.

Wait, you bastards! Hiss and hiss,
It’s enough of sniffing!
If I can still hear all this,
Then I am still living.

They put poison in my cup,
And I drank it instantly.
Planned to get me plastered, but
All their plans failed miserably.

Those who dipped their lips in wine,
They, indeed, soon crossed the line.

To me, their silly poisoning
Reminds a pill for vomiting.
It’s hardly worth the bothering,
The aftermath looks promising.

For what purpose do I lie?
Like a fool who’s dreaming.
Oh, I wish that I would I try
Scaring them by screaming!

They could have been chased away
With some brave activity.
Any move will be okay,
But I’m acting timidly.

Harmless as a mindless fool,
I’m not moving, but the ghoul

Is lumbering and hovering,
I can’t believe it’s happening!
Another one is galloping,
I’ll give you both a walloping!

Sending shivers down my spine,
Bellowed my assassins,
And the very blood of mine
Poured into their glasses.

Wait till I pour it for you!
Suckers, you’re vicious!
Drink your full, before I’m through,
Blood is so nutritious!

I’m not planning to resist,
I won’t try to make a fist,

I’m doing it all willingly,
Because with inactivity
My sleep extends quite fittingly,
Removes all negativity.

Down my spine a dreadful chill,
I’m exhaling tiredly.
All I needed was the will
To wake up entirely!

Anyway, I’m still afraid
(For my dreams are lingering...)
That one day I’ll leave my bed,
And they’ll join me, whispering!

 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

Best, if I can get more sleep,
There’s no need for vigilance.
When my sleep is really deep,
I become belligerent.