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After sipping the wine of ****** Numb to the vigour of the liquor I wandered drunk among the living The moon watching with her deadened stare I saw the black waters washing the pale Grainy flesh of the beach And wondered,oh, wandering  close To the darkness, wondered Then decided, with melancholy deeper Than fear, walked forward And yielded to the water’s seize Over me(and within me), the days had washed Dragged my remains along And slipped, the gory water had Into my garments and flesh and being And splashing still within my soul Like the pure blood of innocent hearts Pumping sounds in eager necks Warm to my caress, cold to my tongue I awoke on the shore And wept , as even the pitiless waves With its vengeful force and vigour Rejects me Oh, true death, I have known life To be nothing but watered-down death Give me the strength of thy inevitability And take my eternity Thy bitter kiss Is kiss nevertheless Oh, true death, I implore thee not In vain or melancholy But, oh, desperation. Murderer!Murderer! The people have cried. None cared for my own ****** my own death A curse! A curse! To live this life While dead.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
An Immortal's Fatal Blow
After sipping the wine of ****** Numb to the vigour of the liquor I wandered drunk among the living The moon watching with her deadened stare I saw the black waters washing the pale Grainy flesh of the beach And wondered,oh, wandering  close To the darkness, wondered Then decided, with melancholy deeper Than fear, walked forward And yielded to the water’s seize Over me(and within me), the days had washed Dragged my remains along And slipped, the gory water had Into my garments and flesh and being And splashing still within my soul Like the pure blood of innocent hearts Pumping sounds in eager necks Warm to my caress, cold to my tongue I awoke on the shore And wept , as even the pitiless waves With its vengeful force and vigour Rejects me Oh, true death, I have known life To be nothing but watered-down death Give me the strength of thy inevitability And take my eternity Thy bitter kiss Is kiss nevertheless Oh, true death, I implore thee not In vain or melancholy But, oh, desperation. Murderer!Murderer! The people have cried. None cared for my own ****** my own death A curse! A curse! To live this life While dead.
Poor Vampire Thanks for reading<3
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
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