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Mr Vampire Feb 2014
Sleeping mornings
and backward time
Wealthiest of wealthy
hold not a single dime

Falling sunsets
and saddened sand
Broken completeness
within withered hands

Eery births
and cheered funerals
Hollow footsteps
and lost potential

Blind stares
and empty breath
Bloodied love
and gold-rusted death
Mr Vampire Feb 2014
Regardless of the season
No matter the reason
I'll always remain by your side

For all time and existance
No matter the distance
Never let your feelings hide


Anything you have to say
I'll always be here
Even if I can't help
I'll always lend an ear

For the friendship we hold
is more than they could ever see
I'll always be here for you
as I know you would be for me
Mr Vampire Feb 2014
Crystal drops
and unified faith
Heated motions frozen
at the hand of love's wraith
Mr Vampire Feb 2014
Young hearts
mold together under mistle arc
The beginning is always perfect
initial love always feels stark

As time progresses
and they lay in park
Just like the dogs around
they too begin to bark

To each other become weary
no longer holding that precious spark
They grow tired of each others company
and push their love into the dark
Mr Vampire Feb 2014
"Just kidding"
a simple harmful joke being said.
Not seeing what follows
with the child crying under their bed

An insult
followed by a punch thrown
Those bruises are nothing
compared to when he gets home

Unincluded and unwanted
love left amissed
Better ways to deal with the pain
now holding scars on his wrists

Relations destroyed
life in complete dismay
A blood pile covers the floor
beside a suicide letter lay
Mr Vampire Feb 2014
Clear Ice Shard
marked with the blood of woe
Sins have been conducted
and are visible in the snow

Trail on the path
footsteps in the snow covered mud
A body is being dragged
and follows tracks of blood

Into the frozen forest
and far out of sight
Further the capter drags you
in the darkest of night

Past the rugged shrubs
and on beyond the snowy rocks
Besides a smoking campfire
does he the body drops

Ponder and wonder
to what will now follow
Bring he forth a trunk
contents which are hollow

And in this cold night
motionless the body cannot speak
But frighten the capter
as he hears a vile screech

As the crows surround
gazing upon the ****** pile
Attracted they are
to a stench so vile

Words muttered
and a blunt knife
Searing through a body
that recently contained life

In the cold night
his catch no longer warm
Torn and shredded into pieces
As winds turn to storm

Nails black and red
blood soaked skin
A unshaven beard
and the smell of gin

Bones fill the ground
and mark the den of the beast
As another is consumed
and you have become part of the cannibals feast
Mr Vampire Feb 2014
Murmur of ancestors
preconceptions we are taught
Even when the truth is all around us
still in shadows we shall walk
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