Dreams, the product of an idle mind
Not so idle
Anyone can see he needs it
But Vampires don't rest
Settle back in your grave
Cross your arms across your chest
Weary protection
Against time
Let the breath freeze in your lungs
And rest
Nightmares, the hunters of sanity
Not at all sane
Sleep, come as a curse
Upon the weary
Death, come welcome
But cannot stay
Life in the absence of death
There is none
Neither dead, nor alive
Living
Restless
Soulless
The Undead