Vampires

by XxLOSERxFACExX   Nov 21, 2007


The blood of a vampire runs so cold?
Sheilded from the light and hidden from a crusafix.
Dead yet alive.
Alone in a coffin, but befriended by spiders and maggots.
Love by your enemies,hated by most mortals.
Smarter than you think.
Laying under the stars waiting for you.
Sick in the head, healed in the brain.

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