Vampyre
By deepmidnight
A teardrop of wax A splinter of rain Die of love Live with disease Nothing can kill it Nothing can kill you The blood of others Coursing through your veins The thoughts of many Running through your mind Nothing is yours No longer theirs Take the breath of life Take another meaningless Drain the soul Stop the heart Lurk in the dark And come back to me Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 02:41 AM PST 0 • 10
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"A teardrop of wax..."