Nights veil on Goth am streets,
pale girl with mascara streaks,
running as quick as her hearts beat,
lost in a fog with hope so
bleak.. She pauses to look at the
water so still, feeling the sting
of the winters chill.. She closes her
eyes and begins to fall, but a hand
grips her of a man so tall..
their eyes meet she cannot fight..
in her veins is his delight.. piercing,
draining her pain away, sapping the
confusion that led her astray..
She sees the world through
vampires eyes, as he walks with
her by his side..
Tina Camille, jan25,2004
