Still sadness of thy look
Has brought me pain.
My pounding heart it took,
Became it's bane.
Why hast thou came to me?
Just tell me lies.
The truth shall not be seen,
Shall not arise.
I was a seer, saw all those things
Which yet to come.
How could it be that death it brings?
That thing I've done.
It can't be changed, it's here, with us,
The breed of hell.
Our days will burn in one big blast
Of mission bell.
The road is closed, no way for me,
Condamned to live all nights.
How could that happened, how came to be...
Eyelids are closed like blinds.
©Dhoaras McDunnan
Vampires confession
© Copyright: Торос Макданнан, 2005
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