Count Dracula


Living Death - Poem by Count Dracula

Rot inside a corpse's shell.
Trapped between Earth and Hell.
Red elixir our only release,
From the pain of age old beast.
Beauty of death through blood red eyes.
Hate and loathing of life's last sighs.
Blood is the life.
Through the night the death we make.
Living in night's crimson certain.
Dying in days, every person.
We are living Death.


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  • (6/4/2011 10:06:00 PM)

    It's your reason for being! summed up so poetically.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, June 6, 2011


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