Thin Path between Realms

Rising from broken bones
a phoenix rising from dusts
no glorious fire burns
for body born of thirsts  
 
the damned's elixir of life
the succulent liquid of pumping hearts
and the scents of decadence
fill... nay, bloat me with life
 
I walk under weaves of moonlight
treading on deep dappled shadows
entice the vessel of blood
contained in bodies to be discarded  
 
Memories of then accompany me
cleared canvas of a human life
I cry no more for he who turned me
the undead, Nosferatu left me without Soul