Friends(?)
summer air is calling and night time is falling.
and this is the hour upon which the vampires emerge.
stalking in the outlines, they cut through the air, disguising their forthcoming in the setting sun�s glare. they follow close together in groups of threes and fours, cautious instep, never lower then two inches to the floor. the warm air they breathe and the cuts that they bleed are never more real than one year and me. yet still they follow, close at our heels one with our shadows and always concealed. following the pattern of our bodies to a perfect agreement, each curve coming together in the perfect vow of deceivement. they are one among us, flesh and the same. still we walk with them and all that they became. the sun is gone now, red bleeds in black and we are just victim in this nights attack . but oh, don�t you see? alas the truth is born among the early morning�s endeavor . they never retreat at dawn�
these vampires stay with us forever. |
