Monsieur L'Vampyre - the Lost Love

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - The Lost Love Of all the moments I hold dear to me I've laid away into a memory, the only time I can recall when I believed I had it all is when I first conceived our love to be. The warm of you still wakens me from sleep from other worlds where life has tried to keep my very soul away from you and tries to shackle me into some other lifetime dark and cold and deep. But where are you? Your death has left me cold, alone in hell where my poor soul's been sold, though time goes on it can't erase your smile when last I saw your face; you left me here--forever growing old. If I could plunge my soul to where you hide I'd die a thousand deaths down deep inside; but every time your vision shows, your light is there, and then it goes into the death where I have never died.