Vamp

Trapped in full inner view proned to isolation In hope to silence the approach of its beckoning call Within a vamp approach toward the wall Vanquished in the tormented vow The sequential novice humbly looks back at the plough In great disgust we live to die; Although its twilight sun had tainted my inner vision, In the paradox of such inclination we stay in touch Through a velvet chair we will live to share A meal or two through its common hue Shattered dreams then to pickle my fancy Gone are the days when Sid met with Nancy To frolic in a vibrant haze You wake up late & say it must have been one of those days Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision Was there something else you have been wishing?