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<soft spoken intro>

Descended to the pit,
and threatened the Seven,
demanded back He,
the light of heaven...


Threatened curse upon life,
no more babies born!
Sent back with her hero,
but cursed for Her scorn.


And there's no light...

<musical intro>

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

loud
And I'm prowling...

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

louder
OUT AT NIGHT!

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

The shades come calling,
darkness crawling,
heroes fallen,
females sullen...
and, uh, and uh,

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

...there's no light.

Louder
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light.

<musical break>

And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

Where is the Sun?
Pain has begun,
fearing the One...
heroes fallen,
Nightmare calling...
...there's no light.

THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light.

Raised of the Earth,
from blood in the dirt,
screams to be heard.
And there's no light...
...there's no light.

THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light...

There's no light.

AND I'M PROWLING...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

There's no light...

...there's no light.
Ishtar, Astarte, Easter threatened the gods with a curse on all mortal life stopping babies from being born and rising the dead to inhabit the earth if they did not give her back her lover.

They did as she asked and the vampire was born.
Have you considered being a *** worker?
You have a body.
I know you never sleep there,
spend less time breathing than associating with your own ribcage.
You're an actress
no script, just a character summary.

Limp, age 12, non-verbal marionette.
Snaps her strings when forced to dance.
Clings to the ceiling tiles, like the shadows she hallucinates.
Let's the puppet fall numb under strangers.
Ragdoll to be used for kindling.


When you play your part
You'll inherit enough money to afford a studio apartment
in Washington, or Las Vegas; anywhere with men paid large enough salary to afford your vacant body,
three phone plans,
a hotel room for you to stay awake in
Listening to dull thuds against your wrongfully warm corpse
Invited hoping the stinging could form tendons
adhere together like rubber bands
Snap you back into your skin.
You cling helpless to the ceiling tiles
Watch the ragdoll make mistakes.

"Have you considered being a *** worker?"
A homeless woman asked me,
*"Unoccupied bodies should start charging rent.
Let a man who can afford it pay for utilities.
You might be homeless
but you won't be wasted space".
Josie Oct 2016
I'll steal your essence if I please
You're the only thing I really need
I promise you, I wouldn't tease
I yearn for your neck to bleed
I have this terrible disease
Every night I go out to feed
I'm sorry, I don't mean to displease
If you'll excuse me I need to proceed
It won't be long after you begin to wheeze
mickaela Sep 2016
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
Crimsyy Sep 2016
The sequel to "Sublime"**

I need to end this monster,
it's taken my mind apart,
a secret I've been holding
tight in my heart,

The pain you held
was the pain I felt,
you wanted to erase me,
but I'm not one to settle down,
so come as you are,
I will end you with
the light of a thousand stars,

I need to end you, monster,
or you'll ****** all your prisoners
after you blur the tunnel's light,
and like a vampire,
you'll flee from anything bright,
but our breath is
deadly and Heavenly;
you will not be
feasting on our blood tonight.
Mosca Jun 2016
Dark are the times where we lose our embers.
A signal for feast to night dwellers.
Their eyes glow in the darkest of corners.
We live in fear as the shadows turn into hunters.

Seek help of the holy ghost.
That it will help us through the obsidian night.
Times where we are abandoned by light.
Hide until its bright.

Sheets turned into fortress.
Hoping it will hide us from its grasp.
Wet are the pillows and mattress.
Praying that it will **** us last.

It ***** the life out of you
Sunders your soul from thy body.
It is the image we create when we are lonely.
Vampire that feeds on esteem, and it is deadly.
Bleed me dry,
Desiccate,
I beg you;
Anything
Would be less
Torturous
Than this love
I feel for
You, you, you.
Steven Forrester May 2016
As you feel the cold air touch your face

you do not know i follow at a rapid pace

you notice me out of the corner of your eye

now is the time that you die

i will drain you of your life force

this is my only course

you think you know me but im a stranger

your not aware that your in danger

in my eyes there is a fire

so look at me and the flames get higher

my life will end upon the stake

people know me as the vampire, Drake
(c) Steven Forrester- From Diary of an Ominous Mind
You tore my heart like a dagger’s ******
When before you it was laid
You, a parasite fuelled by lust
Like drunk demonic parade

You’ve tarred a mind that once was sound
To make it your bed and your domain
Degenerate to whom I'm bound
Like a convict to a chain

Like a gambling man to fortune’s wheel
Like the lush to a bottle of gin,
Like the maggots to their grisly meal,
**** you, you rot from within!

Give to me a swift, sharp death
For to set my weak soul free,
Give me poison to taint my breath
For to take my fear from me

Alas! both the poison and  the blade
Contemptuously said to me:
"You will not be freed or slayed
From your accursed slavery

You fool! — if from that deadly trance
Of which your release you desire
Your kisses would necromance
The cadaver of your vampire!"
Baudelaire wrote some seriously angsty break-up poetry.
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