You think only blood you take,
no, it is the very essence of my life.
You drink from the fountain of youth
and indulge in it, selfishly
while worms feed upon your past victims.
You do not repent.
Remorse is a stranger to you,
but here I am, your angel,
The dark winged creature
come to rescue you
as I take you down with me
In this pool of age old death.
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...
