A Vampires Blindness

January 21, 2012
Thy sweetest death in hollow night,
He takes his jewels within his plight
Auburn mist
Drunken lips,
Speak thy name in its craze.
A simple prick is all that’s felt,
For eyes lay closing,
My heart just melts,
Love of thee has overcome,
The wall so strong has come undone,
I lay dead on the chilling ground,
Your head spins as you come around,
To see the mistakes you have made,
You must now face a sharp cut stake.
For all that’s left of a dimming soul,
Has lost all worth,
And we’ve lost all..

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