How Dracula Felt When He Died

What do you have left?

When all feeling melts away?

When Anger, Fear, Love and Joy

All refuse to stay?

What do you do?

When you have nothing left

When all thought of love is gone

And you are left bereft?

What do you do?

When you feel that you are leaving

But you are still alive

And inside softly pleading?

After all the life has left you

And you feel empty and alone

And you need to air to fill your lungs

You're naught but skin and bone

You're a creature of the night

A Vampire through and through

In sunlight you will burn and die

Your alone it's only you...

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