Perhaps by chance you seek romance
beneath this mask of sorrow
a soul that rises from the dead
and steals away tomorrows.
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Compelled to walk, in dark I stalk
thorns to crown my head
disquieted and deeply etched
desires needing fed.
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A canopy of starlite sea
in wake of full moonlight
behold the queen of passions dream
sweet mistress of the night.
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Above dark skies, unwitnessed cries
I choose each host at random
to hear each sigh, as humans die
I judge without abandon.
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No sorrow lies, within these eyes
I mask what would repel
devoid of all compassion
completely in my spell.
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No heart, no soul, no thought control
I reep from dusk till dawn
a myth you say, a gothic play
the order that I count on.
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Closed minds who seek my sweet relief
are hushed beyond pretence
that knowing gesture disbelief
red velvet tears of silence
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Behind this mask, a vampire's task
each kiss a passion thrill
the lusting for your beating heart
the seduction of the kill.