VAMPIRE
an eternity in the black silk sheets,
diamonds and white gold and funeral wreaths,
an apocalypse away from dying,
liquid-crimson eyes bleeding and crying,
a passionate kiss with bloodstained lips,
wrists covered in scars, hearts full of rips,
a dark, eternal fantasy of calling out his name,
make all your mistakes here, dark ones, fate will take the blame.
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