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He picked up the blade,
And a scar was made.
Your cries were the music
To his twisted art.
He wrapped you in chains,
Convoluted your brain.
Set you free only when
You didn’t want to go.
You have such a dark eye
That you cannot see the light.
Everywhere you go,
the pain cuts you to the bone.
You’re battered and burnt
And expecting much worse,
He killed without
Taking your life.
I pray that we find him one day,
And we give him a little taste
Of the torture and pain for which he’s to blame
And the dark-eyed view that he made.
And a scar was made.
Your cries were the music
To his twisted art.
He wrapped you in chains,
Convoluted your brain.
Set you free only when
You didn’t want to go.
You have such a dark eye
That you cannot see the light.
Everywhere you go,
the pain cuts you to the bone.
You’re battered and burnt
And expecting much worse,
He killed without
Taking your life.
I pray that we find him one day,
And we give him a little taste
Of the torture and pain for which he’s to blame
And the dark-eyed view that he made.
Literature
The Vampire Kiss
Blood red lips conceal the fangs,
for love or lust, the hunger pangs,
one soft incision, one moment of bliss,
grow limp to the lure of the vampire kiss
Stalk the night in search of prey,
Live in shadow, Sleep by day,
Clothe the world in drapes of dark,
Dead lips scream - enduring; hark!
For love is lost where life is too,
Together apart, romance askew,
A cold embrace, a withered heart,
A resentful love, one cannot impart
Trapped in a corpse, roaming the Earth,
Devoid of humanity, Robbed of all mirth,
To be immortal means to never be free,
Of the torment of life, never rested will be.
Literature
Vampires
Vampires
Blood drips
From hollowed fangs
A chorus sings
Of days long gone
When the world
Was plagued by Us
The Immortals
Of a time now forgotten
Yes, my child
When We ruled
When We laughed at the heavens above
A time when We could hunt freely!
A time when rivers themselves streamed blood!
Yes, the age
Of when Vampires ruled
And all quivered
Under Our shadows
Under the night
In which We took flight
Feasting, hunting
On whomever We chose
Ah, the age
The lost age of Vampires...
It will soon come again.
Literature
Vampires
Creatures of the night
Fleeting in and out
Of his sight,
Moon shines
Shadows frozen in time
Blood red lips
From drinking too deep
It stains
Rave scenes,
Glowing light sticks
Moving blurs
Of mortal bodies
Dashing along
Narrow alleys
Praying for some relief,
Something to satisfy
Sucker for a sweet word
Voice says
"Follow me,
Little one"
He followed
The creature
Inserts fangs
Into point A and point B
Festive faces
Fangs piercing flesh
Fool for flattery
Fool falling prey
He shivers slightly
Flinching away
From the pain,
"It hurts wonderfully"
But it didn't last
Long enough
For him to feel satisfied,
For him to
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Is one turned out surprisingly well. It's inspired by a very interesting girl I know because her hazel-green eyes look dak in photos, and she's also a bit tortured. She also has a twisted way of seeing things that I love. I tried to get all of that in here, as well as openly showing what she only hints at.
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That is so sad, and yet so beautiful