Afterdeath

Blood falls down with the rain
While I cry in my womb
Stains appeared on my vein,
While I dig for my tomb.

I escaped the vampire's lair
And ran back to my grave
My last glimpse was his thirsty snare,
No more shall I be his slave.

I have conquered the afterdeath
And I dare face again the tribulations of life,
I shall die again, and when I'm ready,
I'm ready, give me my knife.