Oh but to die again,
Would be such a wonderful rest
To many it would seem but a feign
But to me it would be a vigorous death.
To lie beneath the cold dark Earth,
To sleep with my long lost companion
Would make this life seem but worth,
No more then the fallen grain of sand.
Though rest is a much-needed desire,
I long for your vampiric touch,
Your fangs did please my burning fires,
But now my fire burns too much.
I am but a lost broken soul,
You have left forgotten in the living plane,
Now I live my life to pay the toll,
Longing to retire to death again.
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