i once had a rose
that was black an old
but now my rose has turned
to red and drips with blood.
my life was normal when i was a child
now my life is cold ans lonely now that
im one of the dead. they call me
heartless and cold because i drink
blood.
i did not choose my life this way
for my teenage years were taken from me
i did not choose to be a vampire my sire chose
for me.
at first i thought it was a dream that i would wake up from. but all the years i have lived i know now i am what i am today.
i have seen years go by and changes.
me i will always be who i am when i was alive
back in 1821 a daughter of a very rich father
but those days are gone and im still hear
waiting for my true love to come.but that will never be for i cry my blood tears.
as they roll down my face and drop to the floor
they tell me i will never be like i once lived in the small town i was born in.
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