IN VAMPIRE ZEN

Through darkness, walking through forest blinded

Frightened she wanders through tranquil night mutter

Afraid of the creatures maliciously watching

from shadows around her, the black which is talking

A figure emerges in path now foreboding

Darker than Nothing, he seeks what runs warm inside

To run she cannot, for something has caught her

A trance, not a touch, yet even more stronger

Flaming, his eyes glow green

She slips in a newfound dream

For this is her final sin

Loss of self in vampire Zen

No longer does she fear this beast

Which lives and breathes the rites of feast

The blood that flows in her so strong

Inside her flesh his death is long

No fear, no pain, no thoughts construe

the way it feels to not be you

A vacant state hypnotic trance

An ancient legend deadly dance

Ancestral warning no longer a fable

The pain she encounters beyond any label

What she'd give to taste his skin

To be again in vampire Zen

His voice the fluent beast

adrift on his vocal rhythm

What am I if I die? she cries and cries

What am I if I die?

Slightly she slips towards the absence of knowing

Trapped by the monster; freed by his passion

Now two fading truths vanish

Pain of the vampire life: not living

She's finally found her tortured twin

Her life's last rites in vampire Zen