The last day of my life

Darkness; the joy confounds vampire plight.

Not night but darkened glaze corrupts my gaze.

Not lust for ruby waters but the other blood.   

A feast of degenerate stench, nevermore a noble hunt

Nevermore purity surrounded by night.

Clouds confound all forthcoming occasions.

 Forget identity and depart unto thy bitter abode.  

The place I feel most confused.

In fetal fear comfortably cornered and rocking I wonder,

Is this the last day of my life?

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