Vampire Way
Little tweaker, Silent one...
And yet your trip has just begun.
Your morning starts by the lack of light,
You play your games to dawns delight.
Your night soon comes by morning light...
When not torn, tattered and confused...
Your memories half forgotten, as if abused.
And when you look at who you are...
Just remember the soul does scar.
What is felt in a lonely heart?
Does it hurt, can you feel ...
Is this trip really real?
So find your pleasure...What may it be?
Besides your pipe...packed with speed,
Can you find just what you lust...
And is it a need.. or just a must?
So back and forth, Round and round,
You find yourself on the edge of town.
Trying to sleep by light of day...
"Living Life The Vampire Way".
By Michael Coburn, 1996
