The soul of a vampire

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I have a bereaved heart, surrounded by chains of thorns, filled with the blood of a thousand demons without a lair, condemned to eternal beauty without glory.


My spirit is overflowing trapped in a dungeon body, which humbles itself infamously in the light of dawn asking for its soul snatched from life.


I wander as the executioner with the judgment of blind truth, only to live, I do not devour his soul, but his essence of life stripping it of the earthly.


I wonder I really had love in my veins open in its light of life, it is worth of eternal beauty or to kill my prisoner heart, which humbles itself for its freedom, only true love can do it as a fair price of my sentence.


My cold lips under the shadow of loneliness, just wait for the kiss of true love from those who love no matter who you are, that will release my corpse body of sublime beauty.


I dream of the day when that love comes one day, to feel loved for the last time, to feel the warmth of love that in turn will spring a tear of forgiveness, but die in your arm to release the treasure of being loved.


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