'Crying'


I navigate the confines

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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