Monsieur L'Vampyre Headstone

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE HEADSTONE All through the day my self doth sleep layed to the dark and out of sight not thinking how my soul may keep nor if I raise up to the night; I rest in dark that's cold and deep, my casket's lid sealed up all tight my only prayer is death for me although I know, it cannot be. The curse of death not ever more was layed on me and all my seed, it shackles me to life--the bore, and makes blood all I ever need except I also hunger for the heat of love where-in I feed. But underneath my casket's stone I sleep all day, and sleep alone.