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You sit there
Proclaiming
Yourselves masters
Of every domain
Sipping flowery drinks
Watching the ladies
As they dance by,
Admiring their curves.
Crude comments
Offered as compliments
As they pass you.
Ignorant to reality,
Safe within
Your blanket of illusion
Oblivious
Morsels
In the grand scheme
Of the food chain.
There's food,
What eats food,
And what food eats.
Across the room,
I watch,
Sipping a dark red drink,
Eyes hidden
And thoughts masked
Behind smoke
Tinted glasses.
I know what you are,
And as soon
As you leave
The safety
Of this crowd
I'll make you aware
Of your role.
As they say,
Actions
Speak louder
Than words.
But they forget
To mention
The screams
That food makes.

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Lightning
Racing
Across the sky
Colored midnight
Pulsing flashes
Illuminating
Their creator.
Primal rage
Like the hunger
Slinking
Through your veins
Playing
Upon your mind
Begging
You to draw,
To consume
Another.
Looking upwards
Gleam in your eye
To match
The lights
In the stormy sky.
The lightning
So destructive
To man
Your hunger
The vampire thirst
So destructive
To mankind.

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Vampire,
Say the word slowly
Savor it,
Let it roll
Off your tongue.
So sensual,
Almost like
Verbal sex.
Conjuring images
Of a dark prince
Wicked
Nighttime desires.
Now
That we've established
The fiction,
Let the truth
Become known
Closet vampires
Afraid to share
The truth
Damming them.
Making them monsters
In the eyes
Of loved ones,
Parents.
Labeled freaks
Or worse
By normal society.
This the end
Of a beautiful creature
Why vampires
Live now,
Only in legends.

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Little blind girl,
So much insight
Into another's life.
Running your hands,
Questing digits
Over my skin.
Teasing my lips,
Soft murmur
Of surprise
At the sharpness
Of my teeth.
My cheekbones,
Eyes, and hair
Tracing down
Touching my chest,
My hands and arms.
No pulse
She asks,
None I answer
And she laughs,
Silly boy.
Her hands wander
Farther, lower
Leaving no flesh
Untouched.
Again a murmur
Of surprise,
Her discovery
Better left unmentioned.
Finished,
She asks,
What I do,
How I make my living.
Simple,
I'm a taster of life.
She giggles,
How does life taste
Beautiful one?
Like copper,
Copper?
Her eyebrows furrow,
How does life
Taste of copper?
My lips
Upon her neck
Startle her
A kiss,
Almost tender.
It tastes of copper
Like this.
A soft nip,
And her throat bleeds,
And she understands,
Why for me
Life tastes of copper.

My Muse

Tis early
Fingers of dawn
Creep along the floor
And still he writes,
Stylish characters
Pressed upon faded parchment.
The poet,
Hunched over his child
Undead soul
Breathing life
Into his creation.
Many ask
Who his muse is,
What beauty
Inspires his words.
Their questions
Silently answered
While he dips
Feathered quill
Into a shallow pool
Of crimson sustenance.
For just as he is,
So is his work
Both vampires,
Requiring
The life of others
To live themselves.
Smiling
He finishes,
Displaying his words
To her dead eyes,
Never knowing her name
Complete strangers
But none the less
His muse for the eve.

Cristos

The angel
Such a sinful tease
Twirling temptingly
Always seeming within reach.
His words, sweet honey
His actions
So sweet
But never enough
To satisfy.
The vampire
Such a wicked pleasure
Dancing deliciously
Just past the borders of reality.
His words, corrupting
His actions
Utterly deniable
Drowning you
In crimson waves of pleasure.
He is both,
The angel
A lure of feathered wings
Drawing you in.
The other facet
The vampire
A snare of hungry desires
Enjoying you.
They exist together,
Angel and vampire
Enchanting alliance
And where the line separates
None is sure.

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He came to her tonight
Her lover,
He who steals her breath
With his touch.
Rapping upon her window,
Demon born of night
Desire hot,
Smoldering within his eyes.
She opens her room to him,
Sometimes the angel,
Sometimes the vampire
Always unspoken pleasure.
Smiling at her,
He slips a hand
So cool to the touch
Behind her neck
Pulling her to him,
To his hungry kiss.
Such passion,
Owning her with that kiss
Stage set for the night
Without speaking a word
And she knows
He is the vampire tonight
No softness within him.
She shudders,
Remembering last time,
The pleasure
Brought by her submission
To his needs.
Over,
A simple command
Whispered
With the force of steel
And she knows
There is no room
For compromise.
And under the sheets,
She slips to her stomach
As he, smiling
Traces her arms with scarves
Scarves of silk.
He blows out the candles
As he binds her tight
And the room darkens
To her sounds
Soft moans
Whimpers of ecstasy.

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That's it
Scream
Your head off bitch
There's no one
Coming to rescue
A cheap whore like you.
Sides
This is New York City
Where smart folks
Keep noses out
Of other people's business
Or they lose em.
What happened
To the girl I met,
You were so much braver
Beforehand
Such a flirt
I blew you a kiss
You offered to blow me
For a price,
Fair enough trade, right?
Is it the vampire thing?
Has that
Come between us?
I thought enough money
Made everything all right?
So I forgot to mention
That afterwards you'd have to die
At least
You'll die rich,
What's the complaint?
Not that complaining
Is gonna save you,
Cause now
That you've sucked me dry
I'm gonna return the favor
Vampire style baby.

Copyright '00
Crimson Midnight
Cristos DeFalme

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