My Curse....

depressing.......but thats life, isnt it?

A vampire is dead.
Dead on the inside.
His flesh is alive,
Cold, but alive.
It is his heart that is dead.

Forever, he must live through eternity,
Forever walk the earth.
Never knowing the peace of the grave.
Watching those he loves grow old and die.
His heart becomes dead.

Not needing to eat,
Only a drink.
Consuming the life of other people.
A terrible thing,
But he thirsts
And wants it.
It is an addiction.
This, too, makes his heart
Grow dead

He longs for company.
Someone to share the eons with.
Someone who can bring his heart back to life.


Someone, bring me back to life...