Monsieur L'Vampyre - the Lost Love
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - The Lost Love
Of all the moments I hold dear to me
I've laid away into a memory,
the only time I can recall
when I believed I had it all
is when I first conceived our love to be.
The warm of you still wakens me from sleep
from other worlds where life has tried to keep
my very soul away from you
and tries to shackle me into
some other lifetime dark and cold and deep.
But where are you? Your death has left me cold,
alone in hell where my poor soul's been sold,
though time goes on it can't erase
your smile when last I saw your face;
you left me here--forever growing old.
If I could plunge my soul to where you hide
I'd die a thousand deaths down deep inside;
but every time your vision shows,
your light is there, and then it goes
into the death where I have never died.
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