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shallow graves.
i am dracula, whitewashed fingers slammed in a casket lid. i am the antithesis of sunlight. i am...dead. to the world, anyway. i have sucked myself dry, wanting more from life. i am finally done. i am finally empty. there is nothing left of me but a simple flimsy husk of what once was.
before it's too late i wish you'd save yourself. i wish i wouldn't latch on, with two sharpened teeth, drawing out whatever will keep me stumbling along. you've probably already given me a certain allotment of days, and when they're gone, i will be as well. crawling away from the best and last good thing to ever happen to me. the love for you travels in my veins with every pitiful heartbeat, and i hope every single day that it's enough to keep you by my side.
the sunrise is coming soon, and i still can't get my coffin open.
i am dracula, whitewashed fingers slammed in a casket lid. i am the antithesis of sunlight. i am...dead. to the world, anyway. i have sucked myself dry, wanting more from life. i am finally done. i am finally empty. there is nothing left of me but a simple flimsy husk of what once was.
before it's too late i wish you'd save yourself. i wish i wouldn't latch on, with two sharpened teeth, drawing out whatever will keep me stumbling along. you've probably already given me a certain allotment of days, and when they're gone, i will be as well. crawling away from the best and last good thing to ever happen to me. the love for you travels in my veins with every pitiful heartbeat, and i hope every single day that it's enough to keep you by my side.
the sunrise is coming soon, and i still can't get my coffin open.