Life-Death 4 - Existence
Gliding home on ghostly wings
as amber fills the sky.
And if I'm caught by morning's rays,
for certain will I die.
So digging deeply into the earth,
my chamber until dusk,
I'll rise again to quench my thirst
on that blessed crimson gush.
Eons have passed, the world has changed,
yet I am quite the same.
For beauty doesn't die when kissed by the Blood
to play the damnation game.
Victims are many, fledglings are few,
for you must choose companions with care.
And love is still possible, to keep us sane,
a human trait all vampires share.
Living in death is strange indeed,
but many things make it better than life.
The power, the senses, the knowledge of Evil,
make it superior to humanity's strife.
Damned or saved, Heaven or Hell,
we know only know what we've recieved.
And if you deny the existence of us,
we'll make sure you won't stay decieved.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
as amber fills the sky.
And if I'm caught by morning's rays,
for certain will I die.
So digging deeply into the earth,
my chamber until dusk,
I'll rise again to quench my thirst
on that blessed crimson gush.
Eons have passed, the world has changed,
yet I am quite the same.
For beauty doesn't die when kissed by the Blood
to play the damnation game.
Victims are many, fledglings are few,
for you must choose companions with care.
And love is still possible, to keep us sane,
a human trait all vampires share.
Living in death is strange indeed,
but many things make it better than life.
The power, the senses, the knowledge of Evil,
make it superior to humanity's strife.
Damned or saved, Heaven or Hell,
we know only know what we've recieved.
And if you deny the existence of us,
we'll make sure you won't stay decieved.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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