you know it's an issue when you count each second
but i can't muster up courage to defend
my actions any longer. this isn't a confession
of beauty or acceptance of my decisions.
this is a plea to her to forgive me for being
such a bastard man! such a spoiled, rotting,
brat; who is made up of nothing other than
the ability to regret everything i cement
in stone. this dash will be short, i comment.
cause my life is useless and done in vain-
love is a tragedy and i'm glad i found
that out the hard way when i was young.
no longer will i try to be a vampire, destined
to live forever! biting the necks of victims in
the thousands just to live another evening!
this is a style i just grew stale of belonging
to. i am no longer a blood sucker, so darling
who is yet to come, when we meet i shall be doing
exactly what i didn't do when i met all them women
before you... this will be epic, i promise devotion
will know no bounds as that in which i pour upon
thee!with the most serene of promises i shall live on.
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