Vampires do not have everything, we humans think,
we envy them, wish to be them.
That is because we do not understand thier hurt,
their pain, their desire.

None know the warmth of the sun,
they can not allow themselves to love,
to know the warmth of the sun.

They have to watch thier loved ones grow old and die.
To watch everyone around them and their death and destruction.
They must kill thier own kind yet at the same time a different spieces.
This is just a taste of the suffering they have,
the vamires of your mind.