A Hopeless Romantic

Being a vampire could involve a lot less eternal love than one might speculate...

Bleeding dry each beating heart,

consuming every tear.

The hunting is a natural thrill

when dying feeds the fear.

Taken lives without remorse,

and not a soul is spared;

the centuries have passed you by

while love you cannot share.

Sleeping through each waking day,

and prowling in the night;

deprived of beauty, life, and love,

and hiding from the light.

You loathe the ones whose lives you end

and envy final breath,

never to experience the sweet release of death.