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Vampire Poet, Dark Scribbler, Gothic writer

“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.”

William Blake



"Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring!"


Bram Stoker

Gothic Writer, Vampire, Dark Fantasy



She lives underneath my skin

Nestles deep inside my head

An evil goddess of eternal sin

Fills my heart with dread

The mirror sees her in my stare

Her whisper echoes in my breath

She poisoned my soul, stripped it bare

Made me yearn for death

Craving that I cannot fight

For warm baths of liquid red

They keep my body young and tight

And my queen well fed

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