I wouldn't do anything for anyone
I'd really rather not
I'm only sure it's only fear
that everything should rott
When everything we do
is never really taught
When all we do is there
for bore of every thought
So take your little acts
you'd call the mercy at
And tell there's never that
decision really at
For all to come and see there
wasn't really fact
But all we ever wondered
-Perhaps a crazy tact
That all to be abjected
for more than lazy chaste
Means all who would see endings
turn back for chaizy flacks
We slum dwellers strive through arduous thistles of hardship
We tough it out through the mere adroitness of apprenticeship
We writhe morosely, carrying the world over our shoulders
But we tussle toughly the travails like soldiers
We're the slaves that bolster the aplomb of the upper crust
The hapless mendicants whose ascendancy the haves must thrust
The loyal ignoramuses that politicians use for their puissances
The impoverished natives the government uses to seek aid for its juissances
The kooky denizens that researchers scrutinate as a case study
The inane old guard whom the civilized take as nerdy
We sleep like foiled wolves and wake like champion lions
We carouse in our wobbly shanties like they're our Zions
We wade through the filthy excrement as our daily tracks
These afflict no more, for we've in vain raised our flacks
We accept to be the encumbrances the society discard to roaming sellers
But we know behind the hurdles what we dream, we slum dwellers
Black like the crow,
Lost in the snow.
It's eye sparkling like her blood,
Burning into my cold flesh.
Her whispers lost in my mind.
The memory of her face,
Just a figment of my past life.
Her gaze upon me no more.
Many years of a wasteful life,
Wasteful time thinking of her.
The Gothic bells of death mean nothing to me
Just to see her one more time,
To taste her blood.
My fangs run deep
Yet how far can they go
Before she disappears in the dark world,
That consumed me long ago.
My lonely eyes watches the black crow
Flying above this world.
Watching me as the cold flacks stick to my face
Never melting, even as my eyes glow red.
She saw me not as the monster,
But as something she could love.
Let thou hear these simple words
For thou saw through my devil eyes.
A Vampiric Love Story.
A dark fairytale of my heart
Not written for a happy ending.
I lost her surrounded by the white of snow,
A cold grave for the one I love.
For the dark world will never hold such beauty.
I am forever Alone.
My love is lost.