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Gloom Of The Dead
Gloom of the Dead
As I rise from the table dead
Crosses tombstones in my head
Seeing from the windows ledge
Rest in piece is what my tombstone said
Cutting & drilling in my remains
Autopsy's finished with nothing to gain
Longing for the final end
Fog of the night is setting in
(GLOOM OF THE DEAD)
Shadows in the deep-slivering maggott bed-rats begin to creep
(GLOOM OF THE DEAD)
Blood drips dry I feel no pain
Im immortal yet quite insaine
As my blood has ran dry
Patiently I wait for you to die
To fill my soul with life agian
I need your blood I need your skin
A masterpiece of my demise
To wear you skin as my dis
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Vampire Love
I knew I was going to find her there, in the lake, under the ice.
I sat down on my knees, put my hand on the ice, over her face.
Pictures flashing in front of me.
Mortals were affraid of her so they gathered up against her,
when she was weak they threw her into the lake and denied her excistence.
The thick ice now melted under my palms and I lifted her up,
held her in my arms.
I wanted her to breathe and so she did, I wanted her to wake up and so she did.
My will is higher than mother nature and my wish more sacret than reality.
Our eyes met and we just sat there,
looking eachother in the eyes for several days and nights.
I gently
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Vampires
Vampires.
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don't know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of t
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Ok...I'll declare myself guilty...I wrote this poem inspired in Lestat De Lioncourt...
Lestat is one of the most fascinating vampires that have ever existed...he is passion and lust,a dark brat and charming Prince besides many more interesting things!
Lestat belongs to the Vampire Chronicles written by Anne Rice.
Ok...I'll declare myself guilty...I wrote this poem inspired in Lestat De Lioncourt...
Lestat is one of the most fascinating vampires that have ever existed...he is passion and lust,a dark brat and charming Prince besides many more interesting things!
Lestat belongs to the Vampire Chronicles written by Anne Rice.
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Sensational and wonderful my dearest Sandra!! So brilliantly and magnificently written! Love it!! 
