Awake~

Awake
My Vampyre
My children
Of the night
Nocturnal harvest
Ever in bloom

We take refuge
From the early hours
Beneath hidden walls
We are the desire
We are what is left of man
We are the true breed
Collective
Perfect
Beautiful
We are the gods
Centuries old and wise

The foolish rodents
Walk and laugh ignorant
Whispering tales
And singing songs
Of their own lament
Crimson warmth flows
Freely within
Their paper skin
For we are
Who we are
Then, now and ever after…

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(matthew bowers) ~93
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