I'm not really sure how to say it,
and I'm not quite positive I mean it,
but it's been resting there
in the back of my head
and I really don't know how to sleep.
My attention is just so far off,
and nothing can shake me out of it,
it's like I'm caught in here
waiting for something unknown
can you show me which way the exit is?
My existance means nothing anymore,
and you're constantly nudging my back,
I wish you would just stop it
quit trying to push me forward
because I don't want to see what's ahead.
I'm not really sure how to say it,
and I'm not quite positive what it means,
but it's still resting there
in the back of my head
and I really don't know how to wake.

Fantasm
September 6, 2001

Posted by Vladimir Sat, 06/09/2007 - 21:07

 

Damnation Is My Friend

I can't open my eyes
To reach out to you
Are you really there

Don't ask why
I don't think I really know
I cannot ever show
What I can't see

I feel myself fading away
I feel my mind going astray
Help me keep the wolves at bay

Damnation is my friend
And I am slain.

Twisted lies
You never told the truth
You took my faith in you
And you killed that too...

Now you wonder why
I want you to die
No one is that blind
You're so unkind

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Spit of Vampire Bat May Help Stroke Victims

January 10, 2003 (The Chicago Sun-Times) - An experimental clot-busting drug that someday might limit damage from strokes is derived from a most unusual source-- vampire bats. The drug might lengthen the three-hour treatment window that limits the effectiveness of the only approved drug in use, according to a study published today in Stroke: Journal of the American Heart Association.

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Dracula's castle? Don't count on it

Bran, Romania: Bram Stoker never visited here. Vlad the Impaler might have spent one night here. And as far as anyone can tell, there are not now and never have been any vampires in residence. So why is Bran Castle, a lovely, 13th-century palace near Brasov in Transylvania, known far and wide as "Dracula's Castle?"

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Always

I sit here
naked
and welcome you to me
never before have I opened up
like I do to you
I feel your strength
flowing through my veins
my body trembles
relief rushes over me
crashing down on me
like a wave
yet
I want more
I can't get enough of you
I hunger
I thirst
for your sweet taste
your soft scent
you
your eyes
burn me
scorch me
pain
you promised
yet
I can't get enough of you
I never will
for the eternity
we are together
one

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The House of the Vampire - George Sylvester Viereck

George Sylvester Viereck (December 31, 1884 in Munich, died March 18, 1962) was a German-American poet, writer, and propagandist. His father, Louis, born out of wedlock to German actress Edwina Viereck, was reputed to be a son of Kaiser Wilhelm I, although another relative of the Hohenzollern family assumed legal paternity. Louis in the 1870s joined the Marxist socialist movement, and in 1896 emigrated to the United States, followed by his wife and 12-year-old George Sylvester in 1897.

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