The fangs drew close
The fangs pulled near
My neck, my throat
The collar clear
A pinch, a kind
Of sweetest pain
My blood to flow
Like scarlet rain
My pulse a beat
Of the vampire's drum
And then the silence
The Darkness come
And as the Reaper
Reaches in
My soul is torn
And turned to sin
I now unlive
A life immortal
Forever denied
Heaven's portal
And as the Darkness
Calls to me
I hence run wild
And let the blood run free
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Dark Places
ParanormalI am Death. I know who you are... There is darkness and madness in each of us. We must do battle with our own demons. But... What if those demons opened the door in the back of your mind and stepped out. What if they became real? If the night, the s...
