Never more.
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Never more.
I feel a sharp pain going through my chest,
I cannot see it,
But I can feel it.
It's going through every layer of flesh,
A stake, put to my chest, by my sweet lover,
I see her love longing eyes,
Not the hatred for the undead.
My hands fall upon the killers hands,
There is no blood spilling from my wounds,
No sound from my mouth,
As a silky black death slips over my stone cold heart,
Her eyes make my heart shatter for there is light and hope,
Far beyond my love and life.
Author Notes
For the Vampire's of America.
Simplicity is overrated.
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