His brown eyes glowing in the darkest nights,
They burn like embers in my tortured mind.
I see him when the candles lose their light,
He comes only then for he is that kind.
Through the days I walk, dreaming of the dark.
I know I'm not the first to feel the pain.
With every new love he leaves his mark.
I should have known I had nothing to gain.
The loss I would feel was not my own heart,
Through only my death would I feel love's fire.
This experience was only one part,
My soul would be lost to feel his desire.
Though I would be dead, my love wouldn't die,
As the world turned to hear the vampire's cry.
DW
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