Vampire – Poetry of Loathing

Vampire Sometimes it is hard to understand The call of the dark, The seduction of the innocent by the damned.

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Hidden – Poetry of Loathing

Hidden Tonight I am a ghost. A shade – not quite in The realm of the living. A specter that watches –

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Inside me – poetry of loathing

The Blackness calls, screams at the walls of its prison in my soul. It wants out. An infinite dark emptiness caged in an infinitesimally small space. Waiting. Plotting. I try to hold it. Too strong.

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