And I'm fine. Please don't read into the poems too much. They're just the end result of a small idea that I ran with. I'm not depressed or dying or anything, I just like vampires for now lol.


The OrphanageThis is a tale of an undead man with skin white and pale, and a devious plan.The Orphanage
No parents to stop him, nor friends to make chase. Just tasty children in this sad and dark place.
The breath of the innocents falls on deaf ears. The depth of irrelevance hes gained from the years.
Young blood for his food; a veil buffet. Wine: crimson hued, flesh far from decay.
Screams treat his mind, and struggles delight. Oh, how hes pinned for this meal tonight.
Parentless offspring ru


EternallySleep The light fades Dreams form behind your eyesEternally
A window opens
Awake The floor creaks A shadow crosses the room Screams are muffled by his cold hands The breath leaves your body His fangs pierce your neck Your flesh is left pale and crimson
Sleep Eternally


To Whom it May ConcernFor all of those who do respect the time it takes us to perfect the spoken words we must select in daily conversation,To Whom it May Concern
You and I can plainly see, this is a poem for you and me. We stop the verbal meteocrity that sweeps our generation.
From every noun to every verb, we search our minds for every word. Though, to some, it seems absurd, to us it's automation.
So through the days we use our speech in ways that may stay out of reach to lamen minds we strive to teach the use of punctation.
And through provocation of our though
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A wise man once said that anything worth your time doing at all, is worth doing well!
My chat room: StormySanctuary
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A wise man once said that anything worth your time doing at all, is worth doing well!
My chat room: StormySanctuary
hello...
friend
It's probably because you are so LARRY!
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My wish is your command! ---> [link]
post some stuff NOW!!!
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My wish is your command! ---> [link]
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