Feeling the pain,
Seeing the blood,
Not knowing how to heal either,
Looking on and hiding the shame,
Wondering when the tears will flood,
Seeking the truth, finding lies and wanting neither.
Life in it's endless progression,
Tearing at your soul,
The fear welling from your memories,
Retreating, hiding, burying yourself in regression,
The heart within beating slowly, dark and cold,
Spending your nights in empty graves, dwelling in cemetaries.
Who are you? What to do?
Pain wreaking havoc from within,
How did you come to be? In this wretched sickness,
Soon numbness fills your veins. Caring not about what you do.
Your actions mechanical, barely can be called sin,
People coming to find they worship your evil wickedness.
Thoughts go back and vaguely you remember,
Filling you again with remorse,
Sinking deeper into lifeless dispair,
Hating what you've become as you slay and render,
It never was your fault, unknowing to you of course,
That you wandered once into the heart of a vampyres lair.