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Hark, good evening, and welcome to my Myspace dot com website. You may call me Damien, and tonight, I will offer you this interview with a Vampire. | Hark, good evening, and welcome to my Myspace dot com website. You may call me Damien, and tonight, I will offer you this interview with a Vampire. | ||
| − | Yes. Thou | + | Yes. Thou eyes did readest right, I, Damien, am a Vampire -- the last of my kind, Lord of Darkness and unwavering sin. Mine dark soul was cursed by Lilith, the goddess of corruption, and now I walk forever alone in the night. My soul is tormented by my solitude, both because I am a non-conformist, and also, a Vampire. It is true: I must feast off the life blood of the living. I am immortal, and forever young, perfect and in complete isolation. |
Please, stay, and help yourself to a reading of my dark, gothic poetry. There, you will find true pain, and know what it is like to live as one truly damned, and alone, such as myself. | Please, stay, and help yourself to a reading of my dark, gothic poetry. There, you will find true pain, and know what it is like to live as one truly damned, and alone, such as myself. | ||
I need to log off, now. My mother needs the computer, but rest assured, dear readers, there is so much more waiting in the depths of this dark myspace dot come webpage. | I need to log off, now. My mother needs the computer, but rest assured, dear readers, there is so much more waiting in the depths of this dark myspace dot come webpage. | ||
Revision as of 16:56, 25 October 2013
Hark, good evening, and welcome to my Myspace dot com website. You may call me Damien, and tonight, I will offer you this interview with a Vampire.
Yes. Thou eyes did readest right, I, Damien, am a Vampire -- the last of my kind, Lord of Darkness and unwavering sin. Mine dark soul was cursed by Lilith, the goddess of corruption, and now I walk forever alone in the night. My soul is tormented by my solitude, both because I am a non-conformist, and also, a Vampire. It is true: I must feast off the life blood of the living. I am immortal, and forever young, perfect and in complete isolation.
Please, stay, and help yourself to a reading of my dark, gothic poetry. There, you will find true pain, and know what it is like to live as one truly damned, and alone, such as myself.
I need to log off, now. My mother needs the computer, but rest assured, dear readers, there is so much more waiting in the depths of this dark myspace dot come webpage.
