The Dismal Life of a Vampire
The unnaturalness by which I live, is chaotic bliss.
The absmal life is full of unending restraints.
My natural hunger is denied, the knot in my belly thickening.
The merest cut, a torture on my being.
My lips are chapped, my eyes are dark, the hunger shakes my very core. My animalistic urge is a desire that I cannot explore.
The beast is undaunted inside. It wails and screams cruddling blood. The sweet nector to touch our lips would be heaven.
The freedom of the beast would upturn hell.
The life I live is gnashed teeth, the incisors piercing my lips.
The long purging my own.
Forever is my dark abyss, shielding my eyes from the light.
Waging a war to seem right.
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