A Vampire’s Curse

The taste of your blood, so sweet the way it’s soothes my parched throat, I feel my wounds close My body reformed into its perfect porcelain. Daylight find me hiding in between shadows, With every heartbeat, I find myself hungover With every death, I find my companion In this cold dead world. The dusk finds… Continue reading A Vampire’s Curse

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Death

Death walks into the battleground with her head held high. Her white dress flows behind her, A stark contrast to the dirt filled bloody ground. Some beg her to warm their beds, Others spit at her face. But she walks on with tired eyes. Two children and two lovers in two and a half minutes,… Continue reading Death