A Vampires LoveAs I watched you became the beast Colder then ice on a winters day Everything changing as you longed to feast Gnawing inside you a thirst, a hunger I wanted to save you, but I've lost my judgment Kindled inside me is such strange longing Motioning to me, you call my name Opening your arms protectively Quietly you whisper, Run Startling me, in jarring time Under the pale moon, a distant violin Watching me is, the one, Xavius Your creator and zenithA Vampires Love
WidowedShe spoke, In hurried words, As nothing could save her, From the shattered mess that she was, Silence.Widowed
She sang, Soft lullabies, Of whispered promises, Scattered daydreams of the lost loves, No more.
She breaks, Into pieces, Upon the kitchen floor, She is a shadow of herself, Mended.
She dreams, And as she sleeps, Casts away the night mares, And the terrible loneliness, She hides.
She dies, An old widow, With tears and bleeding heart, She lost all that she had hoped to hold, &nbs
Eaten AliveThese thoughts will consume me, each poisonous stab, Takes all I want and all that I have, Will anyone rescue what cannot be saved? A person so deadly, so wholly depraved.Eaten Alive
My soul is a carcass, no longer shall bleed, No flesh on these bones- the monsters can’t feed, They have lived on my sacrament; filled me with lies, Stolen my innocence; my naïve trusting eyes.
Tested and broken, so completely destroyed, By things I controlled- times that I could avoid, I did not have the courage to speak out my mind, Now I have been eaten by my very own kind. &n
BottledMy life is a bottle of darkness and pain. Politeness mistaken for love once again, Put all of my fears - all discarded tears, Into the bottle for so many years.Bottled
What happens then, when the bottle stands full? Does it tug at your heartstrings or carefully pull,
At the stitches so crafted and beautifully sown? Or does it explode while you sit all alone?
Does it flow every moment and force you to deal, With all that you thought and all that you feel? Does it turn all your memories into a mess, Does it make you forget- does it make you confess?
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Have a sunny sunday! 
Regrets...
Wow!
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Miss you Ann, I hope to see you around more soon...
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We must always match our faith with the truth, then it will move mountains...
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"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
- Edgar Allan Poe
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I reject your reality and substitute my own - Adam - Mythbusters
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Forever trusting who we are and nothing else matters...
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