I am poisoned to the touch.
I am the rose of the night
Black in color. Thick with thorns and blood. Dead and broken
Without a trace of life yet I seem to grow.
My thorns get bigger and I get taller. Taller in the safety of the dark.
Light brings me Pain and causes me to wilt.
Some call me Cursed others call me blessed with powers Of the dark, but what I am is a mystery even To me.
I am the rose of the night, black in color.
Those who look at me call me demented ,
Those who touch me are left with thick scars,
As my thorns consume their flesh.
And those Who smell me are left addicted to my unusual Smell.
I am eternal unable to die only to live With my imperfections.
As the seasons change I remain the same.
Untouched by nature. Left alone with no companions.
For I am the Rose of the dark.
For I am vampire
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