Not a vampire story Grace

Grace is something

we cannot  find,

As much has been taken,

from us grace seams to hide,

We hear of it,

We speak of it,

We beg for it on our knees,

Yet still this always escapes us,

Throught the day that burned,

or the night that silently was lost,

lying,

in death,

but liveing in vain,

where do we go,

we can't hide from this shame,

it doesn't belong,

and still we try,

but away from us,

grace will hide.