so untrue, so unfair
and though my future is my past,
no one here seems to care..
It is merely just a place,
in which only the blind can see
no memories of forgotten lore,
It was created for me, without me..
All the gardens of planted death,
prove that there is no mortal meaning
that I belong here like everyone else,
That I am a human being..
I wish upon that gloomy night,
of darkness and despair
as the wind blows and grants my wish,
as my Death blows through my hair...
my weak, limp body
I know what I feel
the eternity of this realm.
No source of comfort near
forever, just the evil
but though it may seem wrong
I know for me it's right.
I hate to love
and I love to hate
so frozen by the memory
I can barely breathe.
And as this realm surpasses
I feel the death upon my flesh
and remember how my past betrayed me
now I wish I didn't have feelings.
I long for the icy slap across my face
as I elaborate my own tomb
so that I shall be vanished
from the conniptions of this life.
And as the fog finds its place
it hovers near my pale surfacing
that of which once was
never will be again..
Over the chamber wall,
and my soul goes
Into midnights fall;
Now no longer here,
Yet no longer gone,
A frozen bloody tear,
Upon my body - which I forelong;
Night has gone to fast,
As it now seems,
Night is a memory of the past,
Only in my heretic dreams;
As the sun liberates over the hill,
I feel it burn into me,
And it's more than just a chill,
My vampires soul burns more than to see.