Sunday, October 27, 2013

Son of Dracula


I don’t know—
What do I know?

What’s the sense of knowing—
I know nothing, my dears

I don’t know who I am—
Other than I’m just  a Vampire

I was born Dracula-esque—
All I can do is SUCK

Suck, flit and swish—
Innate faggotry I suppose

But what do I know?—
What’s the use of knowing?

Knowing oneself is such a drag—
Who really cares anyway?

What difference does it make?—
Cognito ergo Suck

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