Vampire Heart

I can feel enslavements serpentine coils wrap around me,
Leaving me with a breath weaker than the other.
With dripping fangs that ranged skywards,
They inflicted their venom into my celestial refuge,
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Death bestows me it's drink of mezmerization,
A goblet of blood-red wine, so divine,
Yet so bitter to the taste and smell of a thousand corpses.
At the first sip, I can feel the blood in my vains freeze,
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Severe tides conceil pain beneath dark waters,
By the moonlight mezmerized you walk the path of shattered dreams,
To the fortress called night where lost souls dance,
To the melodic whispers of the dead widow's song.
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Moonlight's pale rays dance around me.
When all solitude is dragged down,
Six feet under to my abyss,
To the cold which has become my home,
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Softly the light shines upon
The Tomb of my vanquished soul,
Casting shadows back from which they came,
To the circle of hell which used to bear my name.
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Despair's cruel fingertips crawl over the heart of my church.
I witness it's demise as my world crumbles.
When all hope is locked up in enemy dungeons, I pray.
With a hand of faith that proudly stood by my side,
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The hour of darkness embraces damnation,
Dimming skies and casting horror into the night.
Restless chants fill the air,
Summoning the cold from the depths,
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There are times in one's life when a loss leads
To total termination of the human reality,
When the pain rides in like a blessed
By the devil dagger and drenches the body dry of the soul.
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It's getting dark, better light the cadles quick!
Lock the Door and grab your crucifix!
A prayer won't save you tonight,
Nor garlic from Dracula's bite.
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The Reaper's brush ran watercolour black,
On the snow-white canvass,
Defining pain and lurking shadows.
But painting greif black never suited my pallete of colours,
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Darkness bleeds over my mortal soul,
Teasing me with blood filled fangs against claws.
But never should I put down my sword and kneel before deceitful liars,
I will break through the barriers of the burden that possesses me,
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Solitary brings me to the rose that grew up with me,
That used to greet the dawn with open arms,
That kissed the dusk goodnight, as the moon took up refuge in the sky.
But now I rip out the chapters of my childhood book,
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