Taste of Mortality
An empty grave and a holy coffin
a scent of a vampire’s soul
Leaving a smell of freshly tilled dirt
With an empty soul and broken heart
Thy flowers died long ago withered and without scent
Death was so sweet
and the Vampire has a taste of mortality by feeding off your soul
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