These tears of blood, I'm weeping
As the darkness comes, slowly creeping
I remember my past life, as it was then
I only want to live once again

I wish I could feel the sun touch my face
I wish I could escape this cold place
That my soul is something to save
And help, rescue me from this grave

This undead soul is forever lonely and cold
I only want, I only desire, somebody to hold
I want this feeding frenzy to fade away
And all I want is to walk in the light of day

I can feel my self now, bleeding tears
Eyes carrying blood for a thousand years
Facing a dark and lonely night to roam
All I require is to be back home

Because even a vampire can cry
Even a vampire can die
Even a vampire can still pray
Even a vampire wants love to stay

Where does despair go?
Does it vanish or disappear?
In the distance I can hear
the skulls chime in the wind--
hollow bones rattling like the
skeletons of my sin!

Try as you may
to blink away
the macabre, gray-green glare
of the death of your hopes:
So you are bound beneath
despair's, wicked, ragged, ropes.

In the Darkness I smile
knowing all the while
deep inside my inner child
lies lust and danger ever wild

A breath of air I do mark
for if not to fight I do bark
if not for purpose on a lark
I do act like the  shark

I chew and spit and cry out loud
adrenaline veins  stain my shroud
destroy the living I have vowed
the lives of kings are strong and proud

My magic bullet knows no bounds
I hunt bloodthirsty like the  hell hounds
and in the air  you hear my sound
as I hunt and take  my quarry down

Anger  surges inside of me
yet deathly still I can be
invisible as to not see
the moment of deaths pedigree

You may see me in your dreams
or in shadow as it may seem
black scales and midnight gleam
a ray of darkness or evil scream

Hope fades waning in the light
when evil wings do take flight
storm clouds rising bring the blight
screams of anguish in the night

Temptation brings a soul  to steal
great white hunts unknowing seal
darkness hides thus won't reveal
one of the seven, named Belial.

Death toll climbing as is willed
fallow soul left unfulfilled
guilt pollutes decay instilled
no goodness left when we have killed

Humanity I cry,  let thou be warned
when thou livest a life of scorn
a lie be a dagger like an acorn
where a tree from a seedling leaves are born.

In a old house far from the jersy shore.
Ghouls gather for in a vancant house.
For a birthday party and something more.

Pirates and she devils elvira  a mummy or two.
They awoke some old demons.
Playing games over some witches brew.

But some things are better left alone.
Trapped in the barbwire  so obscene.
They choose to raise some hell can someone text save us
on there cellphone.
The head cheerleader is now tonights top scream queen.

Nowhere to run there fighting shadows pleading for light.
It's a hell of a party.
A cake with many lit fingers  the demon wishes
you a happy ****** birthday tonight.

Scream and cry and pray to see tommorow.
Drink the witches brew.
And drown in the endless sorrow.

All victems are welcome no need for a invite.
deep in the woods its the perfect party spot.
For a demonic birthday night.

Glass is broken.
Her wrists are bleeding.
Warm droplets hit the clean white floor.

She is here...
Do you see her?

She is now calm.
Her body is relaxed.
The tears have ended.

She is here.
Do you see her?

The glass has fallen from her hand.
She has given in.
The hurt is almost gone...

She is here NOW!!
Do you see her YET??
V 10/11/09

Cleaning out the old.
Replacing with the new.
Understanding the lost. 
Without being forgotten.
Being sensitive to others.
Feeling real without being gone.
Loving with a full heart.
Be real, be honest, be you.
Say all you mean, mean all you say.
Listen to yourself and understand.
03/08/05  {revised} 01/25/10/ AC

I walk down my garden path of darkness, through the stones with names covered with moss and earth.The darkness covers me, protects me, shields me from any; and all human presence.I ponder of the days, weeks and years gone by, and still I try to understand why I still hide in the shadows of this life I call my own.I look up to see stars blinking back at me, like a watcher.I arrive home, my home still after 100 years.I enter through the iron gate just to see the gleaming full moon burst forth from the dark dreary rain clouds.Down stone stairs passed a stone table to the back wall.I wonder as I slide down the cold stone wall and hit the damp stone floor. " What will become of me?"ac/11/14/09

My gifts to you-

My mind is insane,a shattered remnent of it's self, lost in a world of confusion and fear.

My body,skin as white as new snow, scared and ******, and as cold as the crypt I lay in...

My heart, shriveled and dead, no longer pumps the blood that I drink to keep me warm...

My soul is all I have left of grace and beauty, love and truth...

Take it and leave me now...

It is all I have left of being human.
ac '06/10