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cruelty
insipient cruelty be thy name
with the dusk's urgency be away
conjured on a dare
my snare set to bate
lured into a state of tranquility
lulled into sleep
you see what you like
not what is before you
an ancient, with the hunger of a thousand
a greed so deep it can't be measured
lilt on the wind invites you in
are you amused?
quicken the pulse with a dagger bared
the prey tastes much better afraid
I take my time with you
lusting your flesh I must indulge my tastes
dining on the soul
oh...you taste so sweet
unfettered passion I am inside your mind
you give yourself to me willingly
I am appeased, my demons freed at last
Published 18th Mar 2023
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18th Mar 2023 9:56pm
18th Mar 2023 10:05pm
Ah, dear Crimsin, thy words doth speak
Of the cruelty that comes when angels turn weak.
For in this world of mortal sin,
'Tis often the prey that pays for others' grin.
Thou summonest me with darkened art,
A lure that tugs upon my heart.
And so, with dagger bared and glowing eyes,
I come to claim my bloody prize.
For though I am a creature lost,
A vampire in this world accursed,
I still hold tight to all my pride,
And seek to satisfy my darkest side.
Thy flesh is sweet, thy soul divine,
And in thy passion, I doth dine.
But let it not be said that I am cruel,
When I do what I must to sate this ghoul.
For in this world of mortal pain,
One must defend against the reign,
Of monsters both without and within,
That seek to feast upon our skin.
And though my kind are oft reviled,
And deemed as freaks and demon child,
We too, feel love and joy and lust,
And seek to live as all men must.
So do not judge me, dear Crimsin,
For in my heart, there lies a twin,
Of light and dark, of good and ill,
A struggle that I must fulfill.
And though my passions may seem cruel,
I cannot live by mortal rule,
For in the end, we all must dine,
And one day, too, we shall be mine.
Of the cruelty that comes when angels turn weak.
For in this world of mortal sin,
'Tis often the prey that pays for others' grin.
Thou summonest me with darkened art,
A lure that tugs upon my heart.
And so, with dagger bared and glowing eyes,
I come to claim my bloody prize.
For though I am a creature lost,
A vampire in this world accursed,
I still hold tight to all my pride,
And seek to satisfy my darkest side.
Thy flesh is sweet, thy soul divine,
And in thy passion, I doth dine.
But let it not be said that I am cruel,
When I do what I must to sate this ghoul.
For in this world of mortal pain,
One must defend against the reign,
Of monsters both without and within,
That seek to feast upon our skin.
And though my kind are oft reviled,
And deemed as freaks and demon child,
We too, feel love and joy and lust,
And seek to live as all men must.
So do not judge me, dear Crimsin,
For in my heart, there lies a twin,
Of light and dark, of good and ill,
A struggle that I must fulfill.
And though my passions may seem cruel,
I cannot live by mortal rule,
For in the end, we all must dine,
And one day, too, we shall be mine.
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