There’s vampires suck and vampires bite
vampires that dream of youthful delight.
It’s not that vampires on you long to dine
it’s just that vampires’ vitality’s dry.
Though on the outside vampires still live
sweet satisfaction life no longer gives.
At too old to live but too young to die
vampires just clutch for days auld lang sine.
Gone’s vampires’ youth and vitality
the only thing’s left is vampires’ scree
the myriad rocks that slip down steep slope
is fitting image for way vampires grope.
Vampires grope along showing pearly whites
they’re acting a part through dark winter nights.
Dark days of winter created vampires
who smile with their lips but not with their eyes.
Vampire stories show folks muscular
but vampires long for lost strength of old.
There’s not a potion or potent nostrum
that we wouldn’t down to bring youth’s return.
Oh, yes, I’m vampire, oh, yes feel the pain
feel life’s a treadmill now walk without gain.
Ignore the demons whisper in my ear
that from mountain top show three-sixty sphere.
Brain may be addled and steps surely slowed
but though I’m vampire resist the paths low.
No El Dorado nor fountain of youth
can bring back lost days, fear that’s awful truth.
Vampires suffer and vampires seethe
and it’s bloody tears that from our eyes squeeze.
Be no blood drinking to make ourselves young
so garlic garlands round necks need not strung.
Oh, vampires suck and vampires bite
and it’s at self snarl for world sans delight.
A stake through the heart or streaming sunbeam
neither are needed in subduing me.
Time is a bandit and time is a thief
I’ll hold my head high and veil my deep grief.
No matter facade, no matter brave front
my soul and my heart long for strength absent.