born of magic, torn from life
cursed to feed on other's strife
immortal life is cursed indeed
living on a horrid greed
from year to year he wanders much
searching for his lover's touch
but there is beauty in self control
a glimpse of humanity left it's toll
for even though time has passed
there is nothing more pure than love that lasts
but with a soul in question, who would dare
to give their love into eternal despair
so a choice must be made
life for life forever is the trade
eternal damnation, that is the price
for love together, a homicidal vice
but no choice is made and time marches on
accidents happen and in a blink, she's gone
now he walks the beaten path
the ****** pilgrim, humanity replaced by wrath
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
born of magic, torn from life
cursed to feed on other's strife
immortal life is cursed indeed
living on a horrid greed
from year to year he wanders much
searching for his lover's touch
but there is beauty in self control
a glimpse of humanity left it's toll
for even though time has passed
there is nothing more pure than love that lasts
but with a soul in question, who would dare
to give their love into eternal despair
so a choice must be made
life for life forever is the trade
eternal damnation, that is the price
for love together, a homicidal vice
but no choice is made and time marches on
accidents happen and in a blink, she's gone
now he walks the beaten path
the ****** pilgrim, humanity replaced by wrath
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