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Roses

Like a building condemned

Serene and beautiful

Like scarlet ambrosia from her neck



Roses

Like an unlit candlestick

Sullen and forgotten

Like the silver chalice in my grip



Roses

Like fallen snow and tainted ice

Rooftops speak of desire

Like words of affection spoken thrice.



Roses

Like frozen eyes are still pristine

Whispers of sympathy

Arising only from my Christine.

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foreveranangelicvampire
22:53 Sep 01 2010

You write beautifully

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DarkInTheLight
00:47 Sep 02 2010

you have a great talent.I really enjoied reading this poem

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In darkened corners

I watch, waiting and silent.

I am not ever to join the light

But to you my heart has been lent.



In darkened corners

I cry, mourning yet silent.

I am not ever to be content

For to you my heart has been lent.



In darkened corners

How much for you I yearn.

I cannot live in this agony

I beseech my heart be returned.

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VampireLily
01:05 Aug 24 2010

...this needs to be a song~

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THIS IS NOT MY SONG:





Well they encourage your complete cooperation,

Send you roses when they think you need to smile.

I can't control myself because I don't know how,

And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while.



So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!

Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.

So give them blood, blood, blood.

Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!



A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.

They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.

The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,

But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck. (Oh thank you!)



I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,

I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.

I gave you blood, blood, blood,

I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!

There once was a killer who'd strangle with twine,

None could stop her though many had tried,

And when she tried to kill me,

My fangs she didn't see,

And now that cute killer is mine.

And unto this night I shall follow

In all favourable silence,

The corridors and unlit chasms in thy chest.



Glistening from rainfall and my mother Moon

Thy neck appears not but tantalizing.

Burdened by hunger and if only another

Prey walked these streets tonight.