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There she sits,
At her piano again;
It's all she ever does.
...

I’m in love with you,
Can you not see
The way you make my heart race?
...

La beauté gothique,
Se reposant seule dans une salle obscurcie.
Le seul bruit cassant le silence croquant de la nuit,
Est la belle musique qui découle de ses bouts du doigt;
...

The days are growing hotter,
And the nights shorter.
So it’s down to the woods I go,
To sit in the shade of the trees.
...

5.

I look into my heart and I see black
Black... poisoning, destructive black
Only when the black is gone will I be saved
I take the knife and press it to my breast
...

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Ode To The Vampire

There she sits,
At her piano again;
It's all she ever does.

The silver moonlight
Dances on her long raven curls,
Making them seem to glow

I move closer,
She glances up and grins at me
Showing ivory white fangs between deep crimson lips

Her warm brown eyes flash a cold ocean blue
She is hungry.
I wonder how long it's been since she last fed

She once told me,
That she does not wish to feed off friends,
So I turn to leave

That's when I feel her arms around me,
And her teeth sinking into my neck...
A gasp of shock escapes my lips

In that instance, I fear for my life,
I fear my friend,
I fear... the vampire

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