Half a life
Half a lie
Half of faith
Half of you
I see it pouring, bleeding, sneaking, racing
Out of you
Until it's blue black fear
And it smells just like death
Take it
Touch it,
Taste it,
Hold it tight
Tighter and tighter
Until you've squeezed its blood red life
Into your pale alabaster shell
And you can pretend
That breathing is the way for you
Take and touch and hold and burn
All through life of love and hate
Burned with pristine faith in fear so pure
Know that knowledge is false in faith
As faith in knowledge
And a broken heart
Is bent with trust
And compassion is simply a game
Touch a life and hold it close
Free your soul to burn with hope
And dream of crushing blows
Find a life that's worth the fight
And close your eyes on all its lies

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sounds like lyruics for a goth song.

(that wasn't a suggestion)

oh, sorry. [;

(O.K.  so now that you've mentioned it you're right...but do you really
expect me to WANT to admit that?)

I didn't mean it in a bad way!

I can see what she means..does it help you choose a title?

It does sound vampiric.

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