The bath and body
Were lukewarm
And at the grave
Only five mourned
So she reached
For a bag of relief
Smack on the table
That would blow his mind
Blood under the nostril
Chest pains and a cough
All the bottles in the world
Just weren’t enough
Walking around
With eyeballs exposed
The quiet vampires
Are craving mystery
Take a swim
In the chemical ocean
Drown in your vows,
Your blood and your potions
To live in the afterworld
To die in life
To mingle with the spirits
To feed on the great light
She really needs
A bag of relief
To feel invincible
To feel at ease