shironbarbaros
Wanderer
I am the Apathetic Fallacy and the Lesser DeathChild. Fear my Pain...
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Post by shironbarbaros on Feb 12, 2007 3:13:51 GMT 1
its dripping from my lips, its glazed upon my fingertips. its a cold flame in my heart, the very thing that tore me and my soul apart.
that night at the club, i saw you there. waving in a non exsistant wind, your beautiful black hair.
you eyes so distant, not all there. their grey as nothing, floating in the air.
i felt a presence, in the depths of my soul. good or bad, i dident know.
i ripped away your shirt, you pulled away your skirt. breathing deeply, you went to kiss me.
i felt the pleasure, i felt the pain. my soul did leave me, my blood did drain.
you drank my life, you gave me death. when i awoke, all i felt was your breath.
breathing on my face, i felt a hunger. you gave a grace, i was torn asunder.
that night i fed, upon human life. i felt no grief, i felt no strife.
i ate their souls, i stopped their tears. when they died, i confirmed their fears.
i now walk the streets, in the dead of night. when the clouded sky, sheds no light.
i hear the voices, inside my head. the malkavin virtue, gained when dead.
i saw the secrets, of immortal blood. i keep them hidden, while i smile and nod.
its dripping from my lips, its glazed upon my fingertips. its a cold flame in my heart, the very thing that tore me and my soul apart.
i liked the way i was, but i love the way i am. i used to be a mortal, but now im not so much a man.
i see another girl, as pretty as the world. so innocent and pure, and so easy to lure.
you may wonder, why im so deranged. i begin to lick my lips, smiling with my very pointy fangs
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