Teenage Age
Teenage age
The adolescent stage, they call it
An age where you start to understand the world
A stage of supposed maturity
But how confusing it can be
Souls shrouded in endless mystery
Wandering lost in search of answers
Minds wavering like wild hogs
In the darkness of the night
There they seek solace
Like humans, yet with souls of vampires
Minds haunted by the daylight
At the heart of the night
There they find comfort
The trials of a teenager
Spread like a wild fire
In the blood of these tormented vampires
A virus cloaked in anguish
In the blood of these young ones, it evolves
In this adolescent stage
Lies a slim chance of survival
On this precarious road to survival
Lies the tears and blood of these innocent souls
Traumatized, but few emerge as survivors
The warriors who cling to the thread of hope
Victory awaits at the end of the road
It's called a stage of maturity
But how mistaken they are
In the lives of these young ones
Lies a dreadful stage of the world.
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