Barbarism Of Vampirism
As she looks in blank mirrors, traces of
blood to her blacken hair beauty,
a beauty that cannot be seen to her,
indelible past echoes to darken nights
at the graveyards sitting on their monuments.
Beauty only can be so evil towards her,
loving her lips and also that what her soul owns.
The haunted barbarism of vampirism,
tarot cards thrown at her feet.
A rampage in humanity, bloodshed,
blood flows throw the night drunken