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My heart pumps of ice

Ice from the blood i drank from her

The blood that was so tempting

The blood that called out to me



Now all i have is this coldness

No love

No friends

No trust of people



My life has turned into a cold spiral

A spiral that has no end

Life is lost for eternity

For love has died with her

And so has my heart



The cold that runs through my veins is from her

The loss of her warmth

Her touch....

Her.... love....

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morbidcuriousity
22:19 Mar 18 2009

I believe you write from the heart. I enjoy reading your poetry!

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Walking alone for the second time in my life

Walking for myself...

Feeling all alone in this world.

Feeling like an empty soul



Reaching out for nothing

Reaching out for someone to hold

My hands find nothing

My hands always empty



What is wrong?

Why can't I find the one?

Where am I to look?

Is there someone for me?



Does life have a plan for me?

Does life have a companion for me?

What am I to do to be happy?

Who is my match I'm to be with?

Do I even have a match?

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morbidcuriousity
22:20 Mar 18 2009

Nicely written

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Eyes shimmering

Teeth sharp

Licking lips

Drooling over blood



I see why so many cowar

Why so many fear us

How easy it is to kill

How much I like to see them suffer



Suffer as my fangs sink slowly into their neck

Bleeding blood from them slowly

Taking their life from them

Tasting the sweet nectar of life briefly



My eyes gaze at you

Paralyzing you in place

My smile makes you shiver

My eyes calm your fears



My voice of an angel

Calming you and enticing you

Pulling you to me

To my grip.....



The bite

The pain....

Then.... nothing....

....

When you wake

I'm all you see...



No friends

No family...

Just .... me...

Looking and feasting on your blood.

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morbidcuriousity
22:20 Mar 18 2009

I really like this one.

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In eyes of death and destruction

In eyes of fear and hate

Souls are slowly torcherd

The Seven Eyes of hell bare down upon them



Eyes of which pain and suffer take hold

The eyes sear and burn the souls

They freeze and frighten their targets

They devour all hope and virtue



These eyes are not from a mythical beast

They are from our fellow man

They are from your friends

They are from your pets

they are from all we fear



They are the eyes that make us shutter

They are the eyes we trust

They are the eyes we care for

The eyes that we love



We fear eyes of dark

We fear eyes that glow

But not the eyes that are warming

Or the eyes that are friendly

Why? Why don't we?



We should fear all types

We should never feel safe

We should hide in terror

Hide in security

Or die an unfulfilled life.

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morbidcuriousity
22:20 Mar 18 2009

Nice

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Looking into my Life

I see much pain

I see much happiness

Happiness where i don't exist



Love where i don't belong

Hate where i always end up

Pain where all happiness was

Torcher where the love was



Death would be easier

Death would be less painful

Death would end all this torcher



So don't i die?

Why don't i end it all?

Because when i see her smile

All seems perfect

Perfect and full of happiness



That is why I'm still here

That is why death hasn't happened

That is why my heart beats

When the night comes

The sorrow of life come out

The Crying Tears of Angels

The hurt of so many

But does anyone hear?



No, No one does

No one can hear it

The cries are silent

The hurt is muffles by the void

The void that quiets everything

Everything in its path



The silence eats at everything

Every tear, every scream

Quietly dies into the night

Even the sobering cries of a broken heart



A broken heart that...

That that has lost love

A heart who once was living

Living in a web of lies



Now the heart cries into the dark

The dark where all dies

Dies in a quiet still void

Where all things become quiet

Where all things slowly die

Where everything stops existing