Summer eves and winter days
None of these forever stays
Pretty smiles and ugly lies
all visions and feelings will one day die
Happiness is not lost and sadness is not found
I sit, talk, dine, and lay with them
But never really belonged to mankind
I gently caress her skin
and fantasize about drinking her blood
I decorate my house with expensive things
and secretly pray for it to drown in the flood
I am not someone you want to know
Trust that feeling in your gut!