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Throughout the day,
He sleeps in the coffin,
But as the evening arrives,
He wakes up,
With his cunning bright eyes,
And with a spooky smile...
He gets ready in a black dress,
To hunt his prey in the midnight,
As the night gets darker,
He goes out to show his horrible might...

After finding his prey,
He smiles in a killer way,
Raising his hands above in a mystery,
As it's a sign of his victory,
Capturing his prey within him,
One who's lying below is his victim,
For him, victim's blood is as sweet as meringue,
That's why, he's ******* , ******* by his long canine fangs...
Meringue means a creamy mixture of sugar and egg white
dierdre Apr 6
The sorrow that he felt
As he watched her wife in flames
Made his eyes
Bled in tears.
Nolan Willett Oct 2020
Baby, I’ll be your Dracula,
You know all I need is your heart.
You be the wicked witch,
All you will need is a hooked nose,
‘Cause you already cast your spell on me!
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
Never forget that TV commercials
are the offspring of Dracula.

Connect the dots...

They have a lot at stake,
shrouding their true intentions in
darkness.

The primary reason they exist
is to get you to buy into them,
to stick your neck out,
to believe they have your
best interest at heart.

They don't.
They could care less
who you are or
what you and yours really need.
So long as you allow them to
hammer more nails into your coffin.

They want your blood.
They want your money.

Plain and
Simple...

And they will stop at nothing
to **** it out of you.
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Maybe Dracula

was a phlebotomist.

In which case,

he was only doing his job,

and pretty well, at that!
TIZZOP Nov 2019
don't get on my nerves
kiddo it
ain't your mother's
fault that you're
a sucker

daddys come like
torpedos
daddys are
torpedos

who are you though?

no sweet toddler
no child
no youngster

i don't give a **** about
you

i am your daddy kiddo
i am a torpedo kiddo

don't gimme that family
*******
you ain't nothing but a
kiddo

fortyfive year old
hangaround
deadbeat
***
leech

you're the harmless
version
toothless dracula

couldn't care less
about you
Sara Kellie Jun 2018
In your sun I know I'll drown.
So, I rise when it goes down.
Add all my years, I am so old.
Yet, I'll never feel your cold.
Your punctured skin are signs you're dead
but that to me means I am fed.
I'll lure you in with fake romance.
The lies I'll tell, you'll take a chance.
Allaying your fears, I'll promise you years.
Then, muffled screams that no one hears.
So what you see as silver and gold
in reality, a death so cold.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Romancing the undead.
Unlikely to get pregnant,
more disemboweled in your bed.
Doug Jul 2018
Hope /
Dangles from a string /
Off a cliff /
And it's dangerous /
So I kick the ****** off /
Die, die, die /
It won't
Mashed up
Sources: Dashboard Confessional: Vindicated
Jason Segal: Dracula's Lament
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