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[aid] => mick
[title] => Vampyric thoughts...
[time] => 2004-08-29 19:02:12
[hometext] => I think the title speaks for itself... I don't think this is one of my best poems, but we are our worst critics, lol... o well, enjoy everyone! Comments very appreciated! Thank you!!
[bodytext] => Precious Night, My dark Mother, Bearer of a million children that light up your skies… Watching me, always watching, As I slowly take the life out of my prey… This unbearable hunger that I have, Churning, rupturing inside of me… My only source of living, This magical liquid… The most beautiful shade of red, Such an enchanting color… Beguiling, heavenly, euphoric… Like fire, this liquid that courses through my lifeless body… I am soulless… I am darkness… I am your death… Your eyes gaze into mine, And you are under my resolute control… Look deep into my eyes, Try to find an essence, A heart that beats… There is nothing, Except the incessant echo of Nothingness… Fear consumes you, As I seize you in my iron grip… Your graceful neck is revealed, And the monster inside surfaces… My canine teeth sink ravenously into your supple neck, Draining the life out of your pathetic body… You are mine now, My slave for eternity… Your life now is with the darkness, A creature with a soul, A monster with a conscience… Feeling the merciless stab of Guilt and Regret… I am your Hell, Your Death and your Rebirth… Death is only the beginning.... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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