I see nothing in the darkness before me but
A silver cross suspended in
The night, holding me in its cold
Vise-like grip as I struggle to rise.
I have entered another realm, a
Place bound to the outside world
By hate and lust,
And invisible chains bind me to
I have become the evil that walks by night,
The evil people fear will consume their innocence.
The darkness tempts me
With seductive promises of self-preservation
And the daylight mocks me as
An abberation, a beastly mutuant
Not fit to walk the paths of
And I am lost,
Suspended between worlds
Of love and hate like a
Marionette with no master to
Give it a voice.
Nobody will dare to speak for me now.
When did the promise of life
Everlasting and the touch of
The hand of God become an
Eternally damning torture?
An orphaned child of the darkness,
I wait for freedom,
Denied my final rest by forces
Beyond any mortal's comprehension,
Denied my need for the warmth of love by
Those who fear me, those who
Cannot see me as I really am:
One of Destiny's forgotten children.
And so, alone and frightened,
- Vampire's Lament
- Jeannie E Furr