The Vampire
Sweet, soft forbidden taste, eyes aglow at the edge of darkness.
Wicked warm feeling, mind a tangled web of past and
present.
Testimonials of souls sour on your lips,
scattered laughter, shattered screams, trickle down your chin.
Precious fallen angel, shall I let you in?
Alabaster skin dampened by the sweetest wine.
Surrender, overpowered by the rosy thorn clad vine.
Haunted hollow hearted one,fly the sea of stars,
windswept graceful demon I know who you are...
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