Note Scrawled on Lace for Satan

I need something sweeter than your

violent love, something softer

that folds up like white origami

in my cotton pocket, yours is

the covenant of monsters,

mine is the flock of sheep,

and darling dead vampire,

you are no longer my moon.

I am my own sun, a star.

And my light is a lovely

thing.

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The Psychic Vampyres are the Real Vampires — V.K. Jehannum

Psychic vampyrism, which is a known technique of white and black magickians alike, is the practice of feeding upon the spiritual energy of other persons, and sanguine vampyrism is the act of drinking human blood for sustenance. Most people who practice sanguine vampyrism consider drinking blood to be nothing more than a particularly potent way […]

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