Crypt

Red Wine, Music & Vampires

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The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.

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"Flattering child, you shall know me

See why in shadow I hide

Look at your face in the mirror

I am there inside!"

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I have a disease called "I believe I will have the love I have been reading about all these years one day".

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We live in a castle, made out of sand

I stood there and wondered how much you can stand

Both of us float in the same kind of dark

I was the storm and you were always the ark

So if I cut my lip when I bite the glass,

Tell everyone in the room that I'm fine.

It hurt for the first few times but at last

I've learned to love a little blood in my wine.

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I'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky

Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands

Even if it burns.

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"I'm not built for this 9-5 life, I'm built for living in a gothic castle as a vampire"

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The Fearless Vampire Killers, 1967 🖤

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I find it so beautiful how we all read the same poetry and miss different people.

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I lost more than a heart can take, but I found you on the way.

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There's a hole in the world like a big black pit who are filled with people who are filled with shit.

"They all deserve to die. Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief. For the rest of us death will be a relief."

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A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar

They're worth so much more after I'm a goner

And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin'

Funny when you're dead, how people start listenin'

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"There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights."

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Some days I'm Van Gogh's Starry Night, other days I'm his suicide letter.

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Dies irae, Kyrie, Libera me, Domine.

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When Charles Bukowski said 

“and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?”