Vampire love



She wears a power blue gown

Behind her eyes

A veil of lies

Tainted by contact lens

And years of being use,

A midnight lady arriving home

Before down,

Vampires leaving their mark

On her neck from seeking

To steal her soul,

She cries to me over drinks

Her long hair dripping into

Her vodka along with her tears,

Telling me of the last man

Who drove a stake into her heart

of the bleeding she does inside

of the lonely nights she spend

living with the living dead,

fearful she will lead an eternal life



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