Vampires

Vampires
3.05.05

Fabrications etch my mind
As I’m pushed into the carpet
Little pieces tickling every inch of my skin
Like little grass blades during a spring picnic

But, this isn’t a picnic, is it?
You didn’t take me here to watch clouds
Dance, become one with the sky
I... can’t breathe
I don’t feel anything anymore, but I’m not numb

I’m empty... so empty
So much that I don’t know who I am
Am I a vampire?
Because when I look in the mirror
There is no reflection
No person, no one real

Pour yourself into me
We’ll forget any secrets we’re hiding
For a few sweet seconds
A few worthless seconds
Then the thoughts will come rushing back
I hate you. I hate you.
...I have to have more of you

How can one describe something they’ve never felt?
How can one tell of something they’ve never had, never owned?
They lie, they deceive
It’s all make-believe, but it’s so much more real than that
Because there is nothing inside to stop the fantasies from gushing outwards

Like blood
Drip, drip
Explosion, and you forget the memories
Drip, drip
See, look!
They’re all floating away
Just like blood
Exactly identical
Swear to me this is real...

Oh, you leave a mess
You leave it all behind for me to clean up
Pick up the shattered pieces of mirror
There is still no one in the reflection

All I am is a lonely vampire
Thirsting endlessly for blood
You can’t fill my insides
But I can’t seem to move on

Take me
...on a picnic.
Take me
...to myself.
Take me
...away from my lies.
Take me
...somewhere else.

(You aren’t stupid, you know the truth behind my lies
You know the riddle in my words, I see it in your eyes.
So don’t ignore me, just take these fabrications for what they are
Don’t you ever berate me, just remember, silence is an art.)

<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]