He was like in my craziest dreams, everything ! From his qualities, to the sound of his voice, to his name until the sweetness of his body… everything corresponded to what i ‘ve ever dreamed. I was completely devoted to him, I really loved him, with my soul, amy body and all the love a… Continue reading Why me?
Tag: undead
Poem: Vampire
As the world is cloaked in night You roam until mornings first light Sunlight being your only barrier From forever feeding off the innocent. The smell of blood brings the greatest pleasure Its taste upon your lips- vivacity beyond measure Your bat-like senses and ambiguous ways In the nip of a neck you pass on.… Continue reading Poem: Vampire
Requiem
The darkest hour shall arrive to take away the sorrow hands cold as regret oh sweet tranquil death indeed I came upon such embrace and gazed at a soul so strangely defined perfectly ruptured solemnly laid And so the darkest hour shall arrive and arise will the soul be with it’s waking sorrow and hands… Continue reading Requiem
my Vampiric Rant
we live among you we feed upon you life is our playground you are nohing to us we live among you we hunt for you Humans…….you defiled us now we are to defile you your life’s end is near Fight or you shall die Run and you will die Fear us…. Fear my kind we… Continue reading my Vampiric Rant
Poetic
Vampyres Lestat, vampyres and bats, sucking the blood of innocence and damsel, we stalk, we see, the prey that lies ahead of thee, the skin so soft, so pale, no color describes their face, their way of seducing the undead, hypnotyzing and spellbounding, their eyes, pale shades of blue and green, you fall for their… Continue reading Poetic
The Mind Of The Damned
Who could have known I would go from mortal to immortal in such a short period of time? I certainly never expected it. I always belived in the undead…but now there is no denying it for I myself am now one of the damned.
The Night Is Death
My armies are all slain my castle lies in ruins but they could not stop me the could not stop the beating of my undead heart and now I shall comee to them in the night these mewing babies and my visits shall not be kind I shall teach them the error of there way… Continue reading The Night Is Death
Alone.
Lonely. The one word I would choose to describe vampirism. Most might choose the word “dead.” For this is what usually comes to mind. But dead we are not. In fact, we are quite undead.
The Invitation
Swirl around in the pool of pain Dance around like we are both insane Make merry with me again and again
When in Sleep
Eyes in the night peering down on the young. In the night the darkness it overcome. Looking at what could be the last breath. Wondering if it is the Angel of Death.