Oh the silent gloom of moon light.....how it beckons me.....teasing me.....seemingly laughing in my face....how bizarre. I feel its chilling embrace the air of night, piercing my bones with such an eloquently delicate touch. The aroma of the finest perfume pales in comparison. There is not but a better moment than this to feel alive. Instantly like a VAMPIRE all my senses are in tune. The cold air I breath....the dead of night...yes ..it all comes back to me in a hurricane of flash backs. My thoughts their much more clear now. I can see the reasoning for everything. But of it all only one is constant. The will to defy. I repent not...nor for my sins or my trespasses, I will kill in vain. But my heart that beating old fool. Can't you see there is no love here. Just the cold sadness that becomes my throne. I dare not fight for a lost cause, salvation is for those who want it. And what is to become of the damed. destined to a waist land bound by the sorrow that defines them. So beautifully tragic are they the scorned. Only a true admirer could appreciate such elegance. As it so I to must join the ranks in their dark an lonely circle . There is no save us but if for only one moment we could share our sorrow, than to that end I shall drink......we are the tragic heroes.