Thou is cold,
Tis quite vile.
You are in denial.

A ball of tears,
A corner of marks.
You saw this spot.

Alone you cry,
Within the moon.
Of the night asunder,
As soon.

Tears of red fall,
Followed by that weapon..
The weapon you use,
To replace the pain.

My brother.
My sister.
you are not alone.
I too fear this world.

It is quite cruel to us all.

HARK!
Fear not my dear!
You will be guided into the light,
The solemn spear.

Prepare for battle,
Stop the tears.
Fight your heart,
Win above the fear.

Do not let the blade,
Mark thy flawless skin.
Only a vampire of the night,
May win.

Thy blade is sheathed,
You stand with me.
Together we stride,
Down that street.