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I am, In your subconscious, Ever present, often ignored, But there.
My day is your night, I stalk, Those who will satisfy my need.
I am she who Feeds, On the warm red elixir of Life, I drink.
I am Vampire.
We are the many-born. We are the immortal.
We have been known by many names throughout the ages,
though few have understood the truth of our existence.
Endlessly, we die and are reborn,
changed yet unchanging throughout the ages.
We move from lifetime to lifetime, taking up bodies as garments.
Our memories are carried
like gems within our souls.
Over the lifetimes they build and
crystallize until we can take them out and
gaze upon them as we choose.
Life sustains us, but death defines us.
Our conception was in death,
and each death now brings us a new beginning,
forever without end.
We feed upon all around us.
Yet we can also harness that energy to heal.
We tear away and bring destruction,
yet we also nurture new growth.
This is our nature,
the mystery of who we are.
There is no rebirth without destruction.
Light only blinds without shadow
to throw it into relief.
Understanding comes from balancing
all these things within the Self.
We are that Balance.
We affect it, and it affects us.
We are watchers and we are wanderers.
We seek knowledge and understanding above all.
We thirst for life and we feed upon it.
It is our greatest weakness and our greatest prize.
Immortality is our Blessing and our Curse.
Yet we walk alone, we speak only to ourselves,
we are not accepted by any
granted status out of pity or desire
We desire
We love
We deserve better
To you we are those vile wretches,
the trash that lies beneath your feet
The thing you refuse to see.

But
Just remember,what you don't see can still hurt you...

I can feel your soul of ice,
You hide yourself behind these lies
You became a creature of masquerade
It's your bleeding heart you hate
You're building a wall of confusion and lies,
Nobody can hear your silent cries
But when you sleep you dream of me
And I kiss you in your dreams...

TOP 10 PEOPLE I WOULD NOT
MIND SINKING MY FANGS INTO

1. LESTAT
2. DRACULA
3. Rob Zombie
4. BRANDON LEE
5. Dennis Leary
6. DAVID NAVARRO
7. Bettie Page
8. BETTY DAVIS
9. VIGGO MORTENSEN
10. Marilyn Manson

Through twilight,
darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood
and
whispered love
Of fantasies undone
A Countess swathed in ebony
And snow-white balletic
grace Rouge-filmed lips
procure the wish For
lust and her disgrace
Dusk and her embrace

Random Statements:
A rose is supposed to represent love, but then a rose dies...
What is an Introduction? but things unforseen....
Darkness is death's ignorance and the devil's playground
It's time to come out of the dark
There are far worse things awaiting man than death
Flesh and Blood for Desire; Creature of the Night
Creatures of the night are the angels of darkness.
life is a river of blood, come and drink
To enter darkness you must exit light,but to exit light you must die.
the nite is my world and blood is my life
Tis Better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not
Life is to long to waste it thinking about the past.
Hate is fear just disguised as the things we don't understand.
beauty is the night as it raptures this forsaken earth
Reality is not real, so believe in the unbelieveable and anythings possible~
Slience is only a breath away
Thou art to me a delicious torment
the sun shines the day.... WE shine the night

Maila Nurmi
1922-2008

Vincent Price
1911-2003

Yvonne De Carlo
1922-2007

Elsa Lanchester
1902-1986

Boris Karloff
1887-1969

Carolyn Jones
1930-1983

Bela Lugosi
1882-1956

Over time I have found joy in many things.
Some of them are:

Leather
Lace
Wolves
Panthers
Jaguars
The night
writing
music
Books
vampires
occult
Drinks
art
Erotica
Courtesans
photography
stain glass
crafting
traveling
dancing
animals
gardening
Opera
Coffee
ROSES
BLOOD
Corsets
MooN
Movies
burlesque
Paganism
Film Noir
The Sea
Whips
Druidry
Hoodoo
Voodoo
Shamanism
Divination
The stars

Ravens
Handcuffs
Bonfires
Autumn
Playing in the Rain
Folklore
Ancestry
Chocolate
The smell of burning leaves
Wicked boots
Collecting Tarot decks
Ancient Cultures
Wine
Victoriana
Lord Byron
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Old Hollywood
Stormy Nights
Halloween/Samhain
Singing in the forest
old fashioned nightgowns
Victorian Architecture
(I love the whole flights of fancy)
parapsychology
really anything paranormal
Chains
The strange and the unusual
ROCK AND ROLL
Shooting Mormans
(LOL just kidding)
Tattoos
Cooking
anything gothic in nature
antiques
Motorcycles
(especialy Harley's)
Death
COFFINS
CEMETERIES
But most of all TO DREAM!

Over the years I have found the most comfort in Writing and Art.

Ahhh, my love of writing.
I love to sit and
compose poetry and short stories.
Sometimes I just write
in one of my
leather bound journals
about what I
have seen,
my dreams,
hopes,
and desires.

As for my love of Art.
I love to collect Fantasy art,
Gothic art,
Abstract Art,
Post-Impressionist Art,
twisted surrealistic art,
body art (tattoos),
anything working with the
human form/faces/surrealism,
Post Modern art,
Sculpture,
comic art,
and anything unique and distinctive.

Some of my favorite Artists are
Vincent van Gogh,
Luis Royo,
Kat Von D,
Claude Monet,
Edgar Degas,
Pierre Renoir,
Rembrandt,
Hieronymous Bosch,
Alan Lee,
and H.R. Giger.

Things that I dislike
Anyone who annoies me,
Anyone who underestimates me,
liars,
Smog,
Censorship,
Apathy,
The gradual extinction of libraries and the importance of books.,
Closed-mindedness,
people who think she is cute
and do not take her seriously,
becoming less human,
weakness,
casual sex ,
men who want to play
"white knight" to her,
And Anyone who tries to hurt what is MINE!!!

I enjoy music.

My favorite Composers:
Chopin
Tchychosky
Vivaldi
Wagner
Handel
Bach

Favorite Groups:
Dave Navarro
Evanescence
AC DC
Ozzy
Black Sabbath
Korn
Pantara
Limp Biskit
Aerosmith
Alanis Morrissette
Alice Cooper
Twisted Sister
Cradle of Filth
Godsmack
Iron Maiden
Marilyn Manson
Metallica
Nirvana
puddle of mudd
Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Kidney Thieves
Rob Zombie
Hinder
Queen
Pink
Buckcherry
And Many Others

Favorite Songs :
I'm a bitch
slept so long
redeemer
cold
so cold
forsaken
before i'm dead
behind blue eyes
control
let me go
burn
i'd do anything for love
bring me to life
hollow
breathe
life of my own
that smell
hells bells
sweet dreams
dead souls
enter the sandman
vampires
blvd. of broken dreams
my immortal
living dead girl
crazy bitch
and several others

"People once believed, that when someone dies,
a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead.
But sometimes,
something so bad happens,
that a terrible sadness is carried with it
and the soul can't rest.
Then sometimes,
just sometimes the crow could
bring that soul back
to put the wrong things right."
- The Crow;

Movies
Dosen't matter what movie it is
(black n white or color, horror, sci fi, comedy,drama, romance, etc.)
I enjoy them all!

Some of my favorites:
Dracula (with Bela Legosi )
The wolfman
The Mummy
Frday the 13th
Nightmare on Elm st
House of 1000 corpses
The Devils Rejects
Shawshank Redemption
The Crow
The Crow city of Angels
AVP
Blades
Indiana Jones
The Godfather
And many others

Again In My Dreams I Find
The Only Way To Avoid The Dark,
And Again In My Dreams I Follow
The Only Way To Embrace The Death Lost
Through My Flames My Eyes Still Searching
The Place To Find Out
The Unreal The Path Of The Life To Keep My Soul
Safe Cause It’s Separating From Me…….
.From Me…….
I’m Dying………
There I Stand Still
The Hands Of Time Running Low Deep
In The Heart A Blaze Of
Gold Red Tears Down My Flesh
And Sets My Soul Free
Rise From The Ash….
.Oh Again I Live...
Rise From The Past….
.Take Me To Another Dream…
In All My Life ,
I’ve Been Writng The Path….
Written With My Tears
Searching For The Way To Avoid
My Fears…
But I’ve Never Found The Truth….
. I’ve Never Done It Well
I Had To Burn In Hell………
(I Lived 1000 Years,
I Win All My Fears And Die,
Die….
Waiting To Reborn,
To Burn The World Again ,
And I..I Will….)
A Rose From The Ashes….
(To Ashes And Dust To Dust)…….
Again In My Dreams
I Find The Only
Way To Avoid The Dark,
And Again In My Dreams
I Follow The Only
Way To Embrace The Death
Lost Through My Flames
My Eyes Still Searching
The Place To Find
Out The Unreal The Path Of The Life
To Keep My Soul Safe
Cause It’s Separating From Me…
Rise From The Ash….
.Oh..Again I Live Rise From The Past….
. The Phoenix Still Lives In Me...

"Lilith" - Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Of Adams first wife, Lilith, it is told
(The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,)
That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive,
And her enchanted hair was the first gold.
And still she sits, young while the earth is old,
And, subtly of herself contemplative,
Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave,
Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

The rose and poppy are her flower; for where
Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent
And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went
Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent
And round his heart one strangling golden hair.

Books:
I enjoy reading and happily own several books
(last count was about 200).
I enjoy reading Horror, true crime, romance,
historical, biography,
hell I would read just about anything I can get my hands on.

Some of my favorite authors are:
Laurell Hamilton
Lord Byron
Poe
shakespeare
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mary Shelley
Stephen King
Karen Chance
Anne Rice
Mary Janice Davidson
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Dean Knootz
Amanda Quick
and many others

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My Favorite Edgar Allan Poe Quotes:

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming
dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that,
in a future existence,
we shall look upon what we think our present existence,
as a dream.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure,
the most elevating and the most intense,
is derived, I maintain,
from the contemplation of the beautiful.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where the one ends,
and where the other begins?

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things
which escape those who dream only by night.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

"I became insane...with long periods of horrible sanity."

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
~~Lord Byron

Picture by: jill aka bluegoth51587

Child of the Night
“Fear is power,” the eldest did confide,
“Mortal minds with thoughts can bend;
Home is darkness, where I hide,
Every beginning must start with an end.
Touch not the sun, oh poisoned light,
But embrace the silver temptress moon;
Make your sanctuary the velvet night,
The wolf’s howl is your mother’s croon.
Blood is wine, flesh divine,
Nary a prayer will halt your will;
Garlic, silver, nor holy sign, --
Only the sun makes your blood stop still.
So be wary, child of the night,
Let no mortal know of your bloody endeavor;
Sleep with the rising of the sun, tainted light,
Safe with the thought that you’ll live forever.”

Do not whisper to the wind,
For wind winds far and deep,
Deep down into the shadow land
Where evil creatures sleep.
The echo of thy uttered word
Can wake them, make them creep!

Do not whisper to the wind,
For seething monsters hear;
The winds will carry monologues
To meet their careful ears,
And they will rise up from their tombs
To plague the world with fear.

Do not whisper to the wind
For demons know, they say,
Where rests thy sleepy, pretty head
When darkness swallows day,
And in the night they’ll come on thee
And steal thy soul away!

Do not whisper to the wind,
For evil’s waiting there
With anxious claws and open ears
Just listening to the air.
And waiting for a foolish child
To whisper unaware.

Do not whisper to the wind,
For beasts come leather skinned
With eyes aglow in sickly hue
And figures tall and thinned.
Thou may not, shall not, cannot
Ever whisper to the wind!

The cards shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
Calling to the Fates for guidance.
A question is posed to the three ladies
And a gift is given for the gift of insight.
The skein is consulted as each lady hints at her knowledge
And the tradition of ghosti is honored.
The cards shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
Calling to the Fates for guidance.
A card is pulled for the past
Clotho spins the thread from raw material providing the basis for foundation
The Nine of swords haunts the past
Drenching history in pain and sorrow.
The cards shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
Calling to the Fates for guidance.
A card is pulled for the present
Lachesis measures the thread measuring the length for the present job
The Queen of Wands stands tall in the present
An intelligent woman working to leave her mark on society.
The cards shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
Calling to the Fates for guidance.
A card is pulled for the future
Atropos cuts the thread determining where your fate lies
The three of pentacles promising skills
Looking forward for pride in ones humble work.
The cards shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
A question is posed for the three ladies
And a gift is given for the gift of insight.
The skein having been consulted reveals some of what’s been woven
And an honorable pact is made again as ghost is observed.

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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I hope you enjoyed your time here
and
made it out unscathed.

Also I hope that everyone understands
all my likes and dislikes here are real.

But for saftey reasons I do not give out
any more personal information than that
on my profiles.

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