Left my sleep in dimapur. Now I'm a vampire, pale like the moon, my eyes have two wells of sin, they call it dark circles, my voice turned husky and sunlight barely touches my skin... I want to be visible but people see me like a shadow on a foggy day. Oh how I desire to be crystal clear like the still lake humans haven't ruined yet. Maybe I shall wait for a soul who doesn't misinterpret me.
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Author:
Mompu (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Gothic
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The question becomes whether the misinterpretation is that of a vampire or of a person with insomnia. Well written
Damn, you got it.
That monster vs wounded tension is exactly what I was sitting with when I wrote it.
Thanks for reading it that closely, most people stop at the surface.
You are most welcome Mompu
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