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MY BLACK ROSE
Author: Fallen Angel
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MY BLACK ROSE
I find strength in the darkness Which shields me from my hell. The pains of hunger call to me. My body's worn and just a meger shell. I feel the pain, the anguish stinging in my eyes. As a tear streams down my face. Tinted with a tinge of crimson red. The tear drops and shatters on the floor. I close my eyes and think of you as if you were near. Your light has been a black rose so heavenly and dear. I can almost taste your warm scented blood, So rich the necter filled with your life... My teeth piercing your soft silky flesh. The perfect drink so warm, fresh and lush. It's essence now permeating the being that I am. I've waited countless days and blood thirsty nights. In hopes that your light, a silken black rose will appear. And you will be my feast my loving cup of sweet red whine. Until then, I must still remain A lone, blood-thirsty beast
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My Dark Soul
Author: Fallen Angel
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My Dark Soul
In the cold black night, you weep. I have no conscience, and no shame to keep. I denounce your pride, I mock your name. I fill your head with diluted thoughts. dangerous is not the word, that you would say, rather you will show the scars, and run away, I will find you, and make you sleep, making love, making hatred, and lying down, selling your soul for a few meager pennies. No cheaper a thrill, than hearing your shrill shrieking screams that my soul loves to hear, and forever the noises in my heart will I keep. My love is a eturnal, my bloody kiss you will desire, your warm red blood seeps from the wound, my kiss burns like a crematory fire. For the tingle you feel is not one of high, however it is a sign that you are soon to mine. My teeth sharp are tainted, my skin pale and dry, my eyes are black as the dead of night, keep me far from your sight, remember my slumber comes in the day, lock your doors tight, and alive you might stay.
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ON THE WINGS OF PEGASUS
Author: Fallen Angel
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ON THE WINGS OF PEGASUS
On the white tatered wings of love it brings for peace among the cherished ones
Of pale white body of peace within songs of the weary ones of homeless,the lost
the prosperous ones, the hopes the dreams,the world is changeing for everyone.
the paths of war and destructive ones who cries for the children of this land
peace for the world has to come from our induction, steping stones of our on hands
its the only way to keep peace throughout the lands no boundries within a world
of hope its the steping stones of peace we keep for the childrens at mercies feet
we have come full circle lets not repeat lets use the steping stones and grasp
for peace for the children of the world they need our help for sadness and war
there is only one cure the steping stones of peace within our world for all to
cherish for all to keep the tears of the children we dont want to seek lets use
the steping stones the answers to peace
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SACRIFICE
Author: Fallen Angel
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SACRIFICE
His eyes glimmer of the moon's erie light,dancing shadows cast. A frightful sight, Tasteful of his new eboding sacrifice. Enraged by the hunger of a thousand souls taken in strife, No pity, no mersy in his blood thursty lust, for even the strong hasnt a match to light a candle to the carnage he possess. The daylight has come and gone, like the moth drawn to a flame. His fall from grace, like the twisted cross and a blood soaked gate He creeps, A shadow, A nightmaire torn from the pages of time. Waiting for the ecstasy, the warm trickle of your lively blood. His cold embrace encircles your being like shardes of glass through your ill fated body, cold and motionless, your screams are only muffled as he buries his teeth deeply into your throbing veins as he takes the sweet crimson red nector that sustains his dark hunger as you take your last breath. For the brest of death has sustained his hunger still yet another night for the frightful glee of a Vampires ecstacy.
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Shadow of Death
Author: Fallen Angel
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Shadow of Death
In the shadow death, their faces grow pale and lifeless. Time fading with every last breath. The feeling of fresh blood flowing through me, bringing me a tremendous strength. I can not fight this demon that lives within me. I feel so overwhelmed by it's power. The need to feast on the living, to feed my Immortality. Brings me pleasure, yet such sorrow. The feeling of my prey, struggling for life, The stabbing, peircing pain, that is so unknown to their realms of thought. Their cries are unheard In the shadow of death.
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