When the music box,

stops its timely dance,

will I be able

to save her,

from myself?

~

Will lust for blood

domiate my thoughts?

making her pale, smooth skin,

so, so inviting.

~

Or will lust for love preveil.

against all the

dirty hands of the world,

trying to pull us apart?

~

When my mouth

dare not touch

her delicate body

for fear

that I may rip it asunder.

~

Oh the love of a vampire

is peril

in its truest form.

~

Oh the tears of a vampire

are pain

in deep, deep silence.

~

To see my true love,

but not daring to

touch her.

Is an agony I cannot express.

~

To see my true love

look out on the world

she cannot be a part of,

as long as she loves me.

~

To feel nothing but

lust and

agony and

anger and

hunger, always hunger

that never stops.

no peace, no rest,

love a dangling parody;

always out of reach.

~

When the knife

beckons,

an answer to all the

pain.

~

And I tell my love,

goodbye.

And I go out,

her last kiss

lingering like

her tears.

~

Standing,

knife at the ready,

to end this

once and for all.

~

Then rain falls,

like the earth knows,

and weeps.

Like the sky knows,

and is sorrowful.

~

Then I feel.

Something I have never felt before.

Grass and rain and cold.

Stone and moss and tree.

fire and water and air and earth,

singing to save,

this child of blood.

~

Feeling the pain

and agony,

and lust,

all wash away.

~

And this new child of Elements,

flys with the birds,

runs with the fox,

howlss with the wolf,

and leaps with the rabbit.

~

And then,

I will return to my love,

not a vampire,

but not human, nether.