Icy Body, Forever Beautiful

Night:
laying on the floor of a pure white room,
going back in time to where witches rode brooms.
kissed by a vampire,
forever young.
everyday a new song shall be sung,
while others are busy being hung.
hiding from the sun,
feasting at night when the wind blows cold.
not feeling the breeze,
maybe this is some kind of disease.
I don't understand this new life,
was I killed on site?

Day:
awaking in a coffin,
darkness surrounding me every which way.
seeking light from the sun,
but backing away quickly before I am burned.
what has happened to me?
why am I alive?
looking into the mirror,
no reflection.
this isn't any kind of perfection,
icy as winter.

Seven O'Clock:
dark out time to feed they say,
I don't understand how they can live the way they said.
searching for the man i trust,
but all I see is a bunch of dust.
hearing improving greatly,
animal somewhere near me.
looking around and seeking the sound,
turning around then falling to the ground.
he is behind me saying I am part of the undead,
taking in all that was heard.
then understanding what all is happening to me,
Icy Body, Forever Beautiful.