DRACULA BLACK
These distant images preventing sleep, invade my waking dreams.One hundred ghosts fill my tortured mind, years of endless war
I, the irredeemable, fell those many lives, each one hardening my heart
They, the nameless, rendering my soul Dracula black.
What redemption shall bring a clearing light, forgiveness might
Who do you turn to, failing memories only prevail each night
Every morn your eyes peer out, to afraid or fearful to peer in
The void there behind each orb remains light less, forever Dracula black.
Upon weakened knees, you fall, tortured prayers pass trembling lips
I, the irredeemable, beg for comfort or a welcome death, find no solace
Nothing sought, nothing found, nothing knows what nothing needs
Perhaps this fate consumed what soul I had, where now nothing is Dracula black.
Dracula black is my mind, each thought or action is of the seething kind
Dracula black is my soul, no heart for sympathy or mercy shown
Dracula black has cursed this life, if alive I am, for death eludes it's own kind.
Al I see is Dracula black, an uncaring, unfeeling existence, wishing I could take it all back....................................
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