Some one with an uncontrolable urge for blood.

                  For human fleash.

                                          To satisfy their desire for blood.

                                                       Vampires...

                                                                          Blood Thirsty Damned..

             Some one that could not live with out human blood.

To some people vampires are considerd evil..

                 To me i think there my friends and bretheren..

                                Some one to turn to.

                                                Or turn in to.

                                                                  What ever the case, there not evil.

              They just wish to coexist with the living..

                     Is that to much to ask?

                             Or are they just to powerful and every one's just petrified?

      Most people beleve that crosses, sun light, and garlick petrified us...

They were wrong..

           Sun light only bothers the eyes...

                   Not the skin..

                                 Crosses are just a pathetic excuse...

                                                    Garlick was a big mistake...

                              For those of you who think u can stop us, u cant...

                                                              Were imortal.....

                                                                                      Rember?.....

Who loves?

              Who thinks they know What love means?

                                   No one does.

     They all clam they know that there love for someone is true love.

                   They wont explain what love is.

           Just tell u that it's a unexplainable feeling that they can't live without.

                             None of them know what there talking about.

                  There all liars.

       Even people thats been together for years.

                                They dont know because love is a lie.

                                           It hides your hate and suffering for a time.

                     Just a fake illuision of life thats full of hatred and deception.

           Your all liars.

                           Quit leading a fake life.

                  Sure, one day, you can actually explain what love is.

                That day will take an eternity.

                         Of course, you might get lucky and happin to find that true love.

        Today....

                       Tomorrow....

                                             Or 50 years from now....

                              To make it short, you better hope your right.

    Because if your wrong, you'll find out the hard way.

               Trust me I would know.

                               When ever you dont expect it, you get fucked.

There has allways been a Hatred for Love

                          Of Love.

           The Hatred of Love.

                                          Of being alone....

                                                               Complet Hatred and loneliness...

                                                                              Love for Hatred..

Death is the only thing that never stops coming back.

        As much as u want it to stop, it only shows its face again.

As u flower fourth for necter, u are denied request for thirst.

           Only to find death from thirst...

                         And for hunger...

                                        And the erge to kill.

        And as we look at death smile upon us, we think to our selves, is this the end?

                Or a trick done by death.

     No one knows.

             They just asume that if someone's seen death, there declared clinicly insane.

       And of course when someone self inflices pain there insane also.

                             Is it suicide?

                                            Or is it the releaf of pain.

    This is were Death Blooms.

                     And then death apears to collect its death toll.

             Suicidalists enjoy this because it brings hope that they can die.

     But people who enjoy to self enlict pain are considerd freaks.....

                        Outcasts......

                                         Suicidasists...........

                                                                 Sometimes homocidal maniacs.

             As Death Blooms every one feals relief.

    As Death Blooms every one feals rejoice.

In the end of suffering, u must relize the begining of a new day.

It only  brings about so much emptiness tht u cant cope with your on relentless heartache. 

This is what tells u tht your end starts a new begining.

                It doesnt bring happyness.

                        Nor the begging for sorrow.

Only the end of life.

This starts the begining of a new life.

The begining of another life.

The understanding of the after life and deceased.

You have to bring about sacrifice.

Understanding the meaning.

                                   Of suicide.

                                                     Of murder.

                                                                        Bringing about ones own pain.

To discover the true meaning of death.

                        Of sorow.

                                             Relentless heartache.

                       Nothing will last forever.

 Nor will your memorie of the end.

                           The memorie of hate.

                                                                     Just the relentless sorow of regret.