Vampires night

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    Vampires night
    Tear the beating heart from my chest, fell the pain of my hate. To love and lust is no way for me, to kill is my distance.
    Cold eyes, black as night, blood that falls from my fangs. To heat is a waste to kill is the warmth. I help turn day into night, happens into sadness, and clam into fear.
    I kill all that good and wrong the right. To death, pain and hate that is my life

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    spidey1965 commented on Vampires night

    04-20-2009

    Very cool poem. I wrote one called Ode to a Vampire. Maybe you could check it out and give me your opinion. I mainly write screenplays for the short films my friends and I make, but there was a time when I wrote lots of poetry, especially after my little sister died. There's one as a tribute to her also, called Paint the Sky. I'd love to hear your feedback on them and maybe correspond more.
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    dangedmanjr commented on Vampires night

    03-25-2009

    what a life!
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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