With no ladders or ropes to climb You're inside the cage again... To your futile rescue no one Shall come... Undead a creature of the night That's what you are That's what you've become for so long You're a creature of the night In the outer of your body the temperature rises And then it goes completely down... No more...no more warmth no more a pulse there to find No more inside your heart will be beating Underneath all that beauty...your flesh had Long corrupted...decayed to pieces... All your striking good looks in the long run... They matter no more,no more glances you can ever take them back... No more reflections...the looking glass don't lie To look back you can't ever your figure...your face To stir any so called emotions that dwell still deep in you... Your drink from endless cup of pain death and fear... Your cup has runneth over...run down...dried and empty In your eyes only the fountain of blood you see... Endlessly you only seek... From your pallid lips no more love to be found...just to be Only blood you quenched over and over again...every night In your dreams for another victim you seek...in the shadows forever You dwell... Another lost soul...in time you're frozen once more Counting the hours to sunset, in your coffin of death and all that's dead... Awaiting in the shadows you're walking undead...already hearing In your ears the sounds of her dying screams, her final heart's beat Already sounding louder the fountain of her warm blood...Spilling... Faster and faster and then only the drops that are left...dripping... The sound of her untiming death is music already to your ears...to your soulless dreams... She has become tonight another of your victims...with her passing She has quenched for a short while your need, your thirst... Giving you life with her blood...keeping you alive...and for her There's nothing...left.
Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2004