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#nightdwellers. Take my hand,. And I'll take yours,. We'll paint the clocks all white,. For who needs time,. When you've got blood,. That mixes with the night,. Take my hand,. And I'll take yours,.
#nightdwellers. Welcoming the darkness,. Drinking in its stay,. Ethereal, in all its lust,. To hold the coming day,. Welcoming the darkness,. Cold and chilling tears,.
Let me float back to the place Where you found me, With every breath becoming less Of a promise I was free. Drowned beneath the flow Darkened power Less of my fading soul For you to devoir.
Pitter patter go those sharp clawed feet I hear them padding up the street The lightning strikes against my door The air is sharp my lungs are raw They raise their heads, howl in unearthly chorus Is...
There was a girl with hair of gold, And skin as pale as milk, Her hair was as a waterfall, Her flesh as soft as silk.
#household. In the crimson jewellery box,. Laced by a golden tag,. Lies a scarlet dagger gem,. Bound in a silver bag,. A sharp edged trinket,. Bought in Rome,. Now under lock,. Within my home,.
#nightdwellers. Darkness on the ceiling,. Spilling on the floor,. Pouring through the windows,. And dripping down the door,. Darkness on the table,. Running down the knife,.
#nightdwellers. Awake before this coming dusk. Twisting turning grinding into dust. Idle beings and life forms rust. Stuck in a realm where nothing trusts. Rise up into the shadows of night.
The death of me is the death of you,. To kill me, to kill your innocence too,. But that has long since flown away,. Leaving a once divine heart to rot and decay,. But fear not now, for I am here,.
#nightdwellers. I wield a sword of darkness,. And a staff of black night wrath,. My toxins are my tonics,. And I bathe in blood filled baths,. I live on moonlit sugar,.
#household #nightdwellers I will admit this sounds a bit Macbethy though that's unintentional...
The vampire watched the shadows lengthen and dart across the room. He knew the dawn was coming and could see the sun's rays loom. A thousand years of darkness was a thousand years too much.
#nightdwellers. Night, no light. A creature. With a dripping bite. Shadows cover. Me and you. My lover. Inky blue. Turns to black. Emotions lurk. A chance to attack. People pass. Away they go.
#nightdwellers. The message was spelt in blood,. Smeared across the street cobbles,. Mixed with the dust, grit and mud,. Standing boldly in the orange light,. Death looked on, fierce in his silence,.
Raven with her hand held high,. Dark poison in her cup,. "Drink my soul, for when I die,. You'll soon run out of luck!". Your talisman, your lucky charm,. A naive wench that held your arm,.
I wear your memorial round my neck Glinting, clacking, pearly white; You were so faithful, wonderful and true I could not part with all my might.
Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, Love that's true. At least that's how The story goes But Nature doth wilt Every rose. Stop the clocks.
Walking down the open street,. Dressed in black from head to toe,. Black umbrella overhead,. Pitch black shadow down below,. Key in pocket, knife in hand,. Sheets of rain fall from above,.
#night-dwellers She was bricked in, and left to die. Very few people need ask why. But here you are, asking such things, So I'll tell you what the folks sing.
Open To All Offers There'll be no gazumping here The price has been pitched perfectly Never cheap-but far from dear You can wander through the rooms Gain a sense of times gone by Is that laughter...
The curse of my family Must be repeated. Passed on for generations, Is everyone seated. It was a stormy night, Winds howled and roared, There was a knock on the door, And it had to be ignored.
Amidst the streets of London, Lies a predator on the hunt, A shadow of the night, One to never ever confront.
The blackness of the night Wraps it's silken hands around my wrists, It's cool velvet mouth cloying at mine, Yearning for a kiss, a taste, To dip its damp tongue within, Chill me, send shivers across...
Alone it sits on Dreary Lane, Decrepit and crumbling, Abandoned and forgotten, Foundations all a-rumbling.