Vampire Heart - Death's Drink

Death bestows me it's drink of mezmerization,
A goblet of blood-red wine, so divine,
Yet so bitter to the taste and smell of a thousand corpses.
At the first sip, I can feel the blood in my vains freeze,
At the second sip, I witness my demise in the reapers eyes,
At the third and final sip, I can't feel anything,
For my spirit has abandoned it's fleshy prison,
To reunite with...

Vampire Heart

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