sharing a glass of midnight champagne sipping intellectually as dusk sets below the sunset greets us with sweet goodnight the memories of vampires dulcet hello.

dancing under the moon in the shadows of her laughing and singing against the crying wolves no regrets until tomorrows dawn rejoicing in the absence of our souls.

taking advantage of the reward handed to us no worries of any repayment to you thinking unwillingly of the cost of such a gift i am alive but living untrue.

realizing consequences of concrete actions my mind is erased and filled with lifeless words downward spiraling to a land of no return battling demons with daggers and swords.

trapped in a steel box wrapped with ribbon rose are the lost emotions i had once felt losing my grip on daily life and my heart is singed and begins to melt.

now alone under the moonlight wallowing in my lost friend lost in the forest of darkened day i must leave now and bring this to an end.

nevermore does the sunset greet tonight nevermore does the dusk say hello nevermore does the champagne taste so sweet and nevermore do the vampire walk below.

i lost you, and now i can live again.

-lauren