stories

fleeting memmories
leave me in the dust
all but lost
in a hollow heart
never again
to feel alive
to feel undead
to long for blood
it only longs
for her touch
to feel it again
the rush
the lightheadedness
the helium
holding it sky high
soaring thru the dark
in the blackest
of nights
yes, we stained them
red, with blood
gore in our hands
we felt alive,
we were undead
but now i feel
only dead
an emptyness
growing inside
i try to fill
with
passing glance
just a thrill
barely enuf
to make it beat
even onced
theyre nothing
compared to you
the energy
i felt,
with just a touch
you know,
when we made
the men
so ghastly afraid
of only us
and us alone
the terror
we kept
for all these years
has withered away
they speak our names
only in
horror stories
suposably made up
i guess
it was only
make beLIEve
but its far
far to long past
to be telling these
stories
stories of,
my broken past
and broken heart
so you see
dont fall into
this deathly trap
as i fell into
i fell into,
for you