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It's like actors They don't act all their lives They act when the camera is rolling Or when they find themselves in the mud I write love upon the hearts of men And women thank me for my service But when the seizure is over The madness is lost in an exhale And I transmute into the beast that I am Only to extort another soul to place in my tragedy
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
The love of the vampire
It's like actors They don't act all their lives They act when the camera is rolling Or when they find themselves in the mud I write love upon the hearts of men And women thank me for my service But when the seizure is over The madness is lost in an exhale And I transmute into the beast that I am Only to extort another soul to place in my tragedy
john-shai
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
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