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Sonorant Jan 23
She is the artic of midsummer
Who feeds on the way you burn
For her.
MuseumofSoph Nov 2021
Awake at night
Despite the early hours

I watch the sun rise
Before I climb into my tomb

Or is just my room?
Early morning thoughts
Compel me to love you more even when I don't love you less
My blood holds all the strength to help you lift this world in one hand
Kiss me with unusual fervour
On the lips ,on the neck
Let our bodies dance to the music of the irresistible touch
Let's live thousands of years and more
Not worrying about getting old for we still look younger in each other's eyes
Let's race with the wind and catch up with time so that it won't steal the beautiful moment at hand
Me and you
Bundle of joy
So make me a vampire too
When you ain't worried of each other's demons and embrace them as beautiful, then it's true love
dark blue Jul 2021
bit my lips
my flesh
my fresh blood

choke me
like you mean it
to and pass the point
where i panic
claw and scratch
cry to exists
Tichozpytec Apr 2021
Voices whisper through the night
Ambient darkness illuminated by fixed points of light
Masked terror escapes sight
Painful screams after a surprising bite
Inaudible villain taking flight
Rapid movements, leaving site
Escaping, but sowing fright
YourNightLight Jan 2021
She came in the night,
   I was caught off guard.
      Saw her beauty glimmer in the moonlight.
         She was different.
Now shes in my heart & in my bed,
   ***** so tight.
      For her I will do right.
         But that's then & this is now.
            For what I failed to see was her toxicity.
Night by night, she kissed on my neck.
******* out little bits of me, little bits of blood.
I began feeling more & more like her.
My heart was becoming black.
I swear she must have swapped some of her blood with mine because I'm the one that stays in the dark now... While she waltzes in the sun.
I'm the one that's scared to love while she doesn't need anyone.
Now I feel like the monster.
JKirin Dec 2020
Breathe in—
Smell dark iron; it’s fresh.
Give in—
To the call of the flesh.

This feeling inside me – it’s primal.
The craving, the lust – it is carnal.

The reason, all thought – elude me.
The salt and the sweet – allure me.

Flow’s thick—
I seek—
about a new vampire seeking its prey (part of my horror collection)
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