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~Letters From A Vampyre~ (The Last of the Vampyre Prose)

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I write you letters
I write you spells
Still you insist
Into my mind you must delve
I hear the ticking
Hear it too
Is it the clock
Or my heart frozen blue
Sending fever written notes
Bleeding my soul on the parchment
The only way I can dare
To whisper these things to you
By candlelight
Spurred by suffocation of night
I sit
And I write
I touch you in my dreams
I hear the silence of your screams
Dare not let you look upon my face
Frigid stare upon alabaster skin
Your blood stains my chin
My icy lips
I resign myself to sending these letters
Forever writing as I sit at this old desk
Sending you pieces of me
My soul…What is left of it
Walking alone
The wet, steaming streets
Night People huddled under gas lamps
In doorways, watching cautiously
Flashing trash neon
Beckoning the despairing ones
Stench of smoke and whiskey
Clinging to my dampened clothes
I see them
Yes, they see me
But choose not to
I only see you
When my eyes close at daybreak
The essence of your flesh
Drips through my cold bones
…Lonely here without you
But I know when the night melts over me
I’ll sit at my desk
Pen in my hand
Touching you as the ink flows
As close as I’ll ever get
But for the embrace I give you as you sleep
Dreary,
This life
I as darkness, you as light
Ever parted by this world of light and shadows
I search and exist within
Writing still
Not wanting to stop
But my hunger grows
Beyond my window I hear life
Coursing veins and sweet scented blood
When sated I am
To you, be sure
I will come
Hidden in shadows
Touching you softly
Just a taste of your heart
Then gone
As you are fresh on my lips
My head swimming erotically
My heart thundering excitedly
I’ll sit back here and begin to write
Endless letters to you
Until all again tomorrow Night.
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