Vampire III
Once I was breathing
The dawn caressing my face
Once I was bleeding
But then it was all erased
Now I am sinking
Through eternal space
My face never blinking
My face permanently erased
I am doomed or maybe not
Maybe I’ve been gifted
For many men have sought
To be from mortality lifted
Yet banished to night
Forced to prey
My instincts I fight
But all I can do is pray
Yet banished to night
I creep away
My feet take flight
Here comes the rising day
What’s left of my mind?!
These alien instincts
They drive me blind
They drive me to the brinks
Of this terrible bind
What defines a soul
But its individual thoughts
What keeps a human whole
But that its mind doesn’t rot
So what am I now
Why can I no longer accentuate
What I’m feeling and how
My being a mere conglomerate
A bundle of bodily commands
Feed, prey, and run away
So I look down at my hands
Can I feel guilt today?
How can I define this state?
Only define what it is not
Without time I have no fate
Without hell there is no hot
Every day it becomes harder
Harder to wonder about life
About becoming a martyr
And experiencing human strife
Once I was breathing
I can remember seeing
But dreams and memories
Are harder to retain
As is my body to stain
Now every dawn
Drives me away
I’m like a pawn
To the light of day
And all I can do is pray...
to be continued...
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Vampire II
Slipping solitude in a basket
Wove veins around my alone
I’m lying dead in my casket
Through which light once shone
The sun sets behind the grave
Blood stirs as my heart is excited
The twisting night I must brave
So my sense of perception is heightened
Wandering through the rippled scents
Within the cold, dark air
My existence represents
A harbored evil’s lair
Retaining my lucid skin
For all of time
My sickly body thin
I am a mute, a mime
I feed like the vulture
On only the dead
Their flesh a sculpture
Where I dig my head
Stumbling on through the night
I sense the dawn rising
I give myself to the light
And turn to dust realizing
to be continued...
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Vampire
Clouds are drifting overhead
But I can’t behold the beauty
Because I am dead
Oh! The one who cast me down
Dark, draped, dead too, was he
With many dripping thoughts
And when I was caught I did plea
Please! For my life to be spared of him
Running through the deserted streets
Praying for the righteous dawn
But strangled and raped-my body he beats
Out! Lost is my spirit before the end
I lay in pain on rusty nails
And dream of my lover’s safe arms
As into my skull, a cross he nails
No! And I can’t hear my screams
But I feel the soil thrown
Light fades though my eyes are open
Together my lips are sewn
So I cannot scream when I wake
to be continued...
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