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The blackness of her haert

filled with red cracks of hatred and dispare

She would never love a man, a Goddess indeed,

to be worshiped

Her pink fairy wings, a gentile curse for those to see

to hide her hatred for love inside.



The light from her wolf like eyes

shines through me

like a sevent to his queen

so am I to this mistress of dispare

like a slave at her feet, beging for the right, to die here tonight.



She is a killing beauty

a monster deep inside

blessed with love for death and blood



This mistress of the night, a virgin Queen for Gods

cursed are those who gets in her way.

A black swan came acros a river of tears

to save me

they call him the morning star

a white rebelious becon of hope

Dark Lord Lucifer, I have known you presence all along.



In the forest of my haert

monsters hide, a painfull reminder of what I

wish to forget, dearest Enki gave me hope

the christian fools never could



they take frome me what I love most

they burn the hope the hope i reach for in my dreams

inside their perfect world of slavery.

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toxicbite
10:37 Feb 14 2010

Both of these poems are very deep. Are you talking about experiences that you have had????

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Vampirekiss
17:13 Feb 15 2010

Yeah it is but its no big deal im going to start on a new project soon called the vampire in the snow.

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