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Fantasizing a Vampyrical Fate
and nothing feels quite right
the lack of hair, the lack of care
the lack of anything deep inside
the depths of my black soul
the mirror shows no reflection anymore
and i cant go out in the daylight
and as nothing means nothing
as i turn to dust the lack of blood is killing me
can i have a taste of yours
maybe, just maybe, its sweeter than mine
the dull, bittersweet pain of the rusted blade
but im lying, arent i
dont i always
i wouldnt bloodlet if you let me
