Of my own mind
If I'm not lost
Reality's wrong
A soul turns dark
When it can't face the dawn
Sustaining Earth
Becomes my goal
It's hard to stand
On shifting soil
The warm damp ground
Splits it's seams
Draws me down
To blood stained dreams
Cool night skies
Desire fire
Silent screams
Tight thin wire
Sick with fear
My spirit's tired
I never asked
To be a vampire
© 1997-2006 'Residua' A Vampire's Reflection
© 1997-2006 'Crying'
Mary Mactare
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