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A hint of lust
Shines within her eyes,.
And a touch of crimson,
Stains her lips.
There is sorrow,
Heard in every cry.
And a passion felt,
In every kiss.
The moonlight reflecting,
Off her pale skin.
The innocence shown,
In her angelic smile;
This things make her,
Seem mortal within.
But the deception,
Can last only a while.
Outside she looks,
Like God's creation.
Inside lies,
A black heart without soul.
The truth reveals,
This monster of Satan,
Is and empty vessel,
Seeking to be whole.
She drinks to quench,
The thurst inside her.
She drinks to fill,
The gaping hole within,
But dosen't realize,
The void growing bigger,
For the demon inside
Feasts on this sin.
Once sickness infected;
Chocking her life.
She desired immortality.
She had lost track,
Of truth in reality.
A deal with the devil,
Taking the cancer away,
Yet only growing more sicker,
Than before.
Immortality by a vampire - the only way.
To get what she was looking for.
Now there's no way back;
No soul to trade.
Cursed to suffer,
Within every life taken.
She must 'live this life',
She has made.
And be left alone, dead, and forsaken.
She has become Death.
She has no choice.
She is not allowed,
To be heard.
And cannot speak
Without voice.
There is nothing,
Behinde her every word.
Forced to suffer,
This eternal curse.
She lurks the night,
As a creature unwhole.
The pain will never,
Cease to hurt;
No amount of blood,
Will pay the toll.
So she wanders on this Earth,
All alone.
Cursed as immortal,
Beautifull, and old.
An open wound,
Never to be sewn;
A meaningless existence,
With a heart so cold.
Men fall down,
And lose their breath,
Fading away only beacuse of this:
She is a reaper,
The bringer of Death.
And her scythe,
Is the vampire's kiss.
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