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dontwannatreatyouwell · 8 months
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toothed-daywalker · 1 year
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i feed and feed and feed
but my tongue cannot forget her.
i drink and gulp and swallow from
any prey i can find
yet all I thirst for is her taste.
that aroma lingers about my nose,
just out of reach,
no matter how many perfumes i spray.
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weatheredpoetry · 6 months
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Lost Souls And The Vampires Curse
No grave will be open for the suffering souls, they are cursed to walk the earth lost and lonely. From night to dust, the night lit her desire and she burst to life. Upon the fog comes beauty and cold skin, like stone and white as porcelain the vampire lurks. The moonlight reveals her presence for a moment, her shadow lingers like smoke. The ground is cold, deep and ready, as she lays…
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ceadgearst · 7 months
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lament of the mortal
I wish I was Lestat
I want to live like that
I can be ultimately dramatic
And hold myself an untimely tragic
I wish I could be forever beautiful
And my youthful at my choosing
My years free for my abusing
Every substance I would be using
To decay without fear
of what is always near
Death has left and you sit there instead
I lay in my bed
Instead I will be dead one day
As mortals ceaselessly decay
I walk in the moonlight
out of your sight
With all my might
I always contain fright
I might not see the moon again
Or you or any of my friends
It hurts me that my days have ends
The clock will always betray
the fact that I can only stay for so long
Even though I act like I live here
I wish we could not fear
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that-weeb-luna · 10 months
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Dhampiric host
I assure you my blood does not taste well,
for if you drink it you may too fall to hell.
I am a pale woman frail,
and my blood is poisoned from the well.
They put something in the water clean,
to cleanse it of the bad, it seemed.
My days are numbered you can see,
so will yours if you drink from me.
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the-liminal-place · 2 years
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HE WHO FATHERED LORELEI
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he comes
with a kick. goat-like.
feral.
still graceful though,
somehow;
the elegance
of an angel
failing
(falling)
with buttered-up
wings—
but only after
he's drunk,
drunken
having had you
drank and drained
and coming
too, like a
freight ghost-train.
oh wow!
oh fuck.
he:
a heavy metal
iron-laiden
blood filled
prometheus.
you:
outwitted. hell,
fresh out of luck;
dressed up and
illegitimate.
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nudeartpluspoetry · 2 years
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"Oil and Blood," by William Butler Yeats
WBY goes full gothic!
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Blood dribbles down,
Gracefully around,
A beautiful display.
The deepest core of me pulls,
I am taut alike a bowstring.
So: my hunger’s flung.
I have never| |more been a part of you,
Nor you a| |part of me;
That I took you in,
& swallowed you down,
& became you…
Even still, you live.
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bebx · 4 months
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words by me
╰┈➤ pairing: Victor Von Doom & Reed Richards
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thatsbelievable · 5 days
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dontwannatreatyouwell · 9 months
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toothed-daywalker · 2 years
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love.
dark circles and bloodstains and love.
sharp nails and old perfume and love.
cold skin and warm blood and love.
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weatheredpoetry · 1 year
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A Vampires Bed
The moon hangs low over my head, reminds me of my ghost and before I’m dead my ashes spread upon my sleeping bed and I rose. Eternity is a memory that never forgets me, it breathes and beats for me until I’m dead. Such dread is in the light, for the light devours night and I am still dead. The night also devours light, brings back my dead soul. As the sun slowly lay’s it’s weary head peeking over…
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becomingvecna · 2 months
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“Where It Begins,” Fruits & Vegetables by Erica Jong (1971)
—> Hannibal edition
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clairedarlin · 6 months
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in the sweetest way possible, i want to crawl under your skin and dissolve inside of you
to be loved is to be consumed
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“vampire” edvard munch, 1893
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wolkenleere · 10 months
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"He's your first love. I intend to be your last, however long it takes."
Klaus Mikaelson - Vampire Diaries
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