A Vampire With a Soul
Trapped in darkness
Can't touch the light,
The irony is painful
The Story isn't bright.
The stinging in your chest
The things you dare not eat,
The life you go on living
But still your heart won't beat.
For one hundred years you wonder
This thing cursed inside of you,
The guilt you hold inside
Won't let you just be through.
You're not among the living
And so you cannot die,
But still you are not dead
You're just living a lie.
How sad that it turned out that way
The story of you life, like that,
Cursed to walk the earth alone
In constant fear of turning back.
A man who lived a miserable life
Would soon be better off dead,
But now he is and all he could want
Is for his heart to beat instead.
And so the story goes
A creature in the dark of night,
Supposed to scare and kill and feed
But can only wish to be in the light.