Inside the music of darkness,
I can feel the lines of a decaying melody.
I pull upon them,
and with their power I animate my body.
Without the breath of another,
I am less then the parasite I pretend to be.
So maybe with the hands of your touch,
we can draw color on my colorless face.
The price of blood is the price you pay,
to hold onto this vampire in a sunless pace.
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