by Silver Moon

I crave for blood I crave for life But is it life that I shall take? I see your fear I hear your cries I wonder...Am I the giver of death? Oh, what a vicious animal I am Oh, how it pains my empty soul I know no life I know no death And it is I who feeds on the innocence of the life God gives Thy told me to kill without regret But regret I must As I see the deeds I do through eyes that no longer see the light they once saw Conscience, regret, and love I knew And I cannot give these up And I cannot either give up this life I'm eternally bound to Regret is sweet and so is pain But love is a gift much sweeter Until it is absorbed and then it turns bitter like vinegar I once gave that bittersweet gift. I gave it freely and in purity, And the passion burned deep into my soul But then was blown away Like ashes in the fall wind Those memories leave thier price leaving me heavy with the burden of an exsistance without emotion...except regret A killer am I? No Vampire is not the word For I crave joy and peace and Love Does a parasite know peace? No And yet, to need the darkness to taste the spirit and never have a soul to quench my bloody thirst...there lies my peace The same blood that makes me regret gives me serenity as it courses through my body. I long to see the sunrise To see the ocean and the blue sky To feel again the waarmth of day Or the warmth of love I long to hear the laughs and not screams To see the smiles and not the horrid faces twisted into expressions of convoluted horror. I long to walk amid the throngs To feel a tear slowly descend across the pale cold face that shows only the internal agony it feels. I long to feel the strength of a lover holding me tight to keep me warm. But the cold I feel is from within And no lover could warm an empty soul.

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