In darkness swirling sound
Death is abound and all around.
Find your solace in the final requiem
When with salty taste life leaves, carpe diem.
Vampirish lusting-love desire in thee.
Thirsting decayance of death of me.
But I fly the darkened night,
A much cruel and respited sight.
Your weak mind and uneasy soul
Would fall short in death with this dole.
Only one pure of heart,
And self-sacrificed, could start
To survive this morbid flight
That I have come to love. I am a creature of the night.
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