Our traditional image of the vampire, though born from literature, is based on this folkloric vampire, which dates back as early as the eleventh century, and was (until the 1700's) found exclusively in the Slavic countries of Eastern Europe.

pallid crying skies

longing for the colour of midnight

singing with the workings of

a flaming sunset woven

against the transitional sky,

like some intricate tapestry.

nobodie's eyes had ever seemed more lifeless

than yours

not with physical death, but the death from within

It was too much for you to think for yourself

Having hair like spun gold never saved you from making the biggest mistake of your life

Beauty never got one too far

May 15, 2007 (NBC11.com / San Jose, CA) -- An essay fictionalizing murder has a San Jose State University professor no longer conducting his writing class. English professor Mitch Berman said Tuesday that in light of the tragedy at Virginia Tech, he did not feel safe teaching the course, NBC11's Daniel Garza reported.

You are tired, its physical it the age.

Go see a shrink or take a pill,

or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll,

you need to sleep.

Intense
Calculating
Unknown
And alone

I see her stare
Wide-eyed and filled with hate

I reach out to her
Shatter the glass
'Tis naught but my reflection

I kneel and weep
Hoping someone will rescue me

Leave me alone
Let me dream
I know 'tis naught but a lie I live

Will no one help?
Will I weep alone?

Yes
For no one sees me
They only see themselves
In my reflection
Beyond comprehension
And, yes...
Alone