VaMpIrE HeArT

Scarlet tears run down our faces.
The devil has given us his evil graces.

We hope for our cursed life to end,
Whether it's Heaven or Hell we'll descend.

Our blood turns pallid, our gaze's red,
When scents of the live ones enter our head.

We drink to our fill, leave a dead in our wake.
Or we search for an alternative for both of our sake.

Handsome, gorgeous, benevolent to the bone...
But feelings are useless, for our heart is a stone.

Strength like a monster, for that's what we are.
Leaving a bite, a silver crescent scar.

The fear of the sun is just a mere tale,
Unlike the fear of the pure, which won't ever fail.

The secret of death is an enigma to all,
For we live forever and shan't ever fall.

Though we will hate it, we tend to be part
Of the human cycle, though we contain a VaMpIrE HeArT..

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((sooooo~~~to all my fans ^^ who waited long for this poem to finish, here you are....its done poorly, and I need to find some transaction...))