Untitled (by me of course!)
Posted on: August 11, 2007, at 05:25:39am

The moon rides high
And silently i stir
Rising from my coffin
with life no longer sure
Every night i awake
with blood on my hands
from this endless thirst
without reprimand
A late night funeral
i can taste them from here
To bury dead that will turn
As i grow ever near
A slave to my will
to drink every drop
of the fire that fills them
ignored, the urge to stop
For always i must kill
For that is my curse
As damnation goes
There could be nothing worse