Vampyric Hypnotism At first he's curious Interested in the fashion ~ He tries the long coat on Likes the way it hides himself Against the harsh world And his imagined pitiful existence He's just beginning to embrace The magic in darkness. As the appeal for his costume increases People notice what he's wearing See the outfit, not the wearer. He's feeling more secure As his real self is hidden well And they haven't noticed his cover. This disguise is too good to be believed, He goes in a little deeper. He reads into the gear, And he discovers the wonder A whole belief system Surrounding this look Fascination for the morbid, Playing with death He gets into it, Ohhh, he's hooked! What if you could live forever In this hypnotic state? Go on for centuries, With a few cautious rules Not too hard now, He's a night boy Born for this, Child screaming through the grave yard! He takes this a little further, As his mind slips, And loses grip, with reality He paints his windows black, Decides against the sun light The eyes of his spirit adjust, To a much darker world, He's going under. Those not of this trip, The ones who knew him before, Are understandably worried Not just with the look, But the deeper meaning, behind this image. They reach out, he shoves and pushes! To get away, from his former friends. He doesn't use his bed now, Sleeps in a coffin. His own creation, Made of black painted cardboard. You can barely believe it's this serious. This boy used to be a Christian. You start to pray for his mind and spirit? But fear he's too far gone, for salvation. You see the humiliation rise, As some of his new friends, From this Gothic mind trip, Start to laugh, at his predicament. And how far he's taking this. They care not, for their responsibility In introducing this darkness, To his hunger for acceptance. It goes from plain weird to bizzare He permanently glues fangs, To his real teeth, Dental hygiene is lost. Is there any hope left? As he's fallen for the lie. And seriously believes, He's a creature of the night, Vampire! It could be funny If this weren't true. How can evil consume someone, Engulf them whole, like so. How do I help? Come against this, save him! It all started from a lie, Betrayal, trust broken. All I can do now, Is let go of the relationship, but never the spirit! Pray for a miracle? Hope against all odds! That this awful curse, Vampyric hypnotism. Will be broken, And we'll celebrate freedom. � Elizabeth 12th March, 2001 "This poem was written for an old friend of mine who turned from his Christian faith to vampirism. He turned from his Christian faith because of some relationship break downs. And, in a desperate attempt to find acceptance, he turned to vampirism. I still see him, out and about, from time to time. My heart aches, and my spirit is saddened, to see the lonely road he now travels. He won't speak to any of his former friends."