Interview With a Vampire Pt1
and so it begins
can we ever feel pain over pain? a lust for the grave? we shall see
it has become an obsession of late that the suffering of angels that cannot
escape
the tourture of mortals and slayers of debt
come as visions throughout the day to disrupt the dimensions of time and space
to dismember the ocntents of the human race
dream my child as best you well as when you wake in the depths of hell
parisians weep in the winters musk as vampires dawn as it reaches dusk
a fear and hatred storms the skies clouds disintergrate with a betryalls lies
the lust for more the need for power grows and grows with every hour
a broken smile with hate inside at lust for blood from a virgin bride
sweet red nectar from broken flesh drained and acepted to repay a debt
a debt of destruction from a siars fangs i yern for a stake from a humans hands
two hundred years i wish no more just my final ashes on the floor
we are what we are souls lost of found, but we all end up beneath the ground
am i the monster you wished youve been despatched by sunlight with a slient
scream
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