Impressive that we kept it under wraps till now.
I'm not certain that we've always been so smart.
We've covered up our tracks till now -
But the scent is in their nostrils,
And the vindicated men are on the spoor.
To be blunt, an eternity with you
Well, that's my idea of hell.
Punctures in your failing flesh
Will fortify yourself
and keep you fresh.
We're living, breathing works of art,
Alabaster skin and souls of deepest night.
We're not really much in a fight, but we love,
I loved, at any rate. Deeply and truly.
Did you feel that, as I bit deep?
In my blood and bone and vitae?
There was no other way but to open the door
and let death creep in.
You don't look as hygienic as I'd like.
Immortality doesn't sit well with you.
And now the clergy are at the door,
and they've brought their fires, their cleansing fires,
And I'm forced to choose between you,
my child,
and the warmth of the sun.
Bathe me in radiance as my penance.
For I'm too weak to face the final death.
Impressive, that we kept you under wraps until now.
But we weren't quite smart enough.
Punctures in your failing flesh,
will fortify your self,
and keep you fresh.
But they held the sun in your heart and they burned you away.
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