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Mr Vampire
South Africa, Cape Town   
Vampyre Kato
25/M/In My Vampyre Heart    KATO VK SOUL SO DEEEP AshesOnRoses7@gmail.com (480) 697 0589 Ashes On Roses
21/M    I went through hell, lived there for years and now I'm back trying to live normal. OCD • SAD • Intrusive thoughts My Instagram - …

Poems

A monk was concentrating upon God
In front of a vamp’s house
Whenever a visitor came
He would pick up a stone and threw it

Years rolled on and the stones piled up
The monk became old and the vamp sick
There was a huge heap of stones
The monk would look at it in surprise

The dooms day arrived
The monk was sent to hell
And the vamp to heaven
What a Paradoxical judgement!

The monk asked God
“Why did you send me to hell
And  the vamp to heaven”?
God replied,” you concentrated on her fraud
But she concentrated on God.
She dedicated her soul to me
And only her body to the visitors”
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Sweet talks you jinxed me,
On fingers you puppetted me,
Go, go, go get lost you vamp!
Innocent voice you hoaxed me,
By your pretty tunes you lured me,
Go, go, go get lost you vamp!

When you were upset with me,
Did not I try to make you smile,
But you ditched me to rot alone!
When all conspired against you,
Did not I stand stiff by your side,
But you sniffed him shamelessly!

When you were least expecting it,
Did not I write romance songs to you,
If not songs always, they're poems.
When you were there wasn't I happy,
Did not I plead you to stay forever,
If not forever intended, you told lies.

I thought that you were my sweet,
My pretty, so beautiful living doll,
But alas! I loved only a stone idol.

Now just get lost from my memories!
My HP Poem #1062
©Atul Kaushal
Poetry by MAN Feb 2014
Black Rose sweet Demon bud
A kiss from a Vamp with the taste of blood
Emotionless hearts infused with desire
Intoxicating lust sets us on fire
Exposed skin..Reveals our sin ..As we dig in
I tie you up..You go down..Feel my whip..Wrap around
Call me Dom..You my Sub
Wearing your body like a glove
Drop your disguise..Through your eyes..See this devil rise
No surprise angels cry when I enter your thighs
In the realm of our imagination together we flow
****** stroke mental poke entering you slow
Is there Beauty in the Darkness? I suppose...
My Bloom under the moon my Black Rose..
M.A.N 1-27-14 inspired by CR friend Vampskiss