SCENT OF A VAMPIRE

Pain Oozing Out
Through Your Pores
A Stench That
Reaks Of Confusion
Nothing Or No One
Can Mask This Odor
You Try So Hard To Cover
Covering It With
Shame And Dismay
Which Turns Into Deceit
Deceit Of All
Who Are Around
You Paint A Transparent Picture
With Your Blood And Tears
For All Others To See
Pains You Can Only Feel
Sounds You Can Only Hear
And Visions You Can Only See
Is This Your Fucking
Schizophrenia Or Just Fear
How Much Longer
Can You Act Alive
When Inside
You've Since Pronounced
Yourself Long Dead
Could This Rancidity Be
The Intense Decay Of Your Soul
Caused By Self-Mutilating Thoughts
In Your Confused,
Fucked Up And
Uncontrollable Head...