Walking Alone

Alone, we walk in the night,
Far from the Sun and of its cursed rays.
Hidden in shadow, we await you,
To choose the prey that we desire

When in our arms, we hold you,
That our fangs pierce your skin,
That the blood reaches us in a wave,
It’s a pure ecstasy that we live!

Many strengths, we possess.
As: To Fly into the night,
Sheltered from all diseases,
And of course, a lot of others gifts.

Are we really immortal?
The sun, would it be our unique enemy?
No way, this is only one of our bother.
The eternity may also be mortal for us.

The things that we like disappear,
The important people for us, succumb
We, our existence does not stop.
This isolation, may take us to our grave.

Some of us commit suicide.
By exposing themselves to the sun.
The solution to live anyway ?
A human contact, to hold us lucid.

Without you, we are nothing,
You are more than our feast.
Your presence, more human, make us feel
A hope of redemption, we discover

In our existence,
The people does not believe hardly.
Nevertheless it’s an evidence !
We live well in your era !