THE VAMPIRE WHO BIT CHRIST

MASCARA AND RAIN COLLECTING  IN THE SCRAPBOOK OF TIME

BLESSINGS TO THE VAMPIRE WHO HAD BITTEN CHRIST

AND NEVER KNEW HIS NAME

SILENCE BLUE ACROSS THE OLD MANS LIPS 

YOUNGER LOVES HAVE TWISTED IN THE FIST OF AGE

A BOTTLE OF STARS AND THE POEM WRITTEN

USING SCARS AND THE INK KILLED BY ANOTHER PEN

THE RAIN POURED DOWN AGAINST A BLACK TARMAC BED

WE KISSED SOAKED AS THE HEAVENS BLED

CARVED INTO A STONE SOME PLACE

HIDDEN DARK AND QUIET -AMONGST ALL THE LOVERS GONE

AND HISTORY WITH WILTED FLOWER

THIS STONE HAS NO WORDS 

JUST A KISS ,JUST AN ART WORK NEVER UNDERSTOOD

ANOTHER FORGOTTEN GUN SLINGER

ANOTHER FORGOTTEN LIFE

AND THE VAMPIRE BIT CHRIST