Vampire Bride
Breaking of agile pieces of flesh you have torn
taking this fragile soul as a mask you have worn
trust is a magnet; A fake crown I humbly wear
thrusts have become stagnant and beyond my repair
Lying in darkness the dead now awake
trying through harshness you drive in the stake
silence is beckoned by your foolish pride
reliance is reckoned as you walk in stride
Frightened now I walk this shallow ground
heightened you balk, yet loudly you sound
showing resolute what you handle well
growing ever desolate in our bondage of hell
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