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We do not need the warmth we seem to crave. Like moths to a flame we gather to the fire. With the warmth of the light we try to replace the empty, coldness festering in our hearts. Who are we, you ask? We are the vampires, the rulers of your night. You fear us, hate us, before you even know or understand us. We've been exiled from the living world, and we wander the night alone, silently grieving for the love that has been ripped from us. For you see, even though a vampires heart may not beat, it is still all to easily broken.
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Vampires
Lovely things, vampires. Friends of the night. Enemys of the light. Feasting on the blood of humans or animals. They look like normal people at night. Just like one of us. Then tricking us so they can suck our blood in the dark alleys near bars. Aren't they lovely, vampires.
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vampires
There are dark creatures that roam the night,
But never in the light,
Watching, waiting, for the right time ,
The victim they stalk,will get a very big shock ,
As their mouth opens wide,
two sharp bloodstained fangs hang either side ,
As their human like figure, alive looking , but so dead inside,
digs its teeth into your skin, dragging you into its arms so tight,
and sucks the blood from within ,
you’re getting weaker, it is getting stronger,your life is getting shorter,
you close your eyes,never to see that creature again until you arise.
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Vampires
Vampires.
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don't know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of t
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this is a poem i wrote during a test *smacks hand* bad me....
anyway,
its about the way i see vampires
the soft side of wanting to be loved and living in eternal struggle over what they are,
anyway,
its about the way i see vampires
the soft side of wanting to be loved and living in eternal struggle over what they are,
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grate job, very true too.