What happens when this fantasy falls away?
And scatters you like dust through my hands.
When this crown of virgin tears that I have fashioned in your name,
Flows blood stinging in my eyes to steal my sight?

What becomes of your footsteps escaping earth?
Floating in to trespass on my soul.
I was just enough a fool to confuse you with an angel,
That could sweep me in the vapor of your flight.

Such a cold…and God-damned vampire,
Begging for the passion of my stake.
To push, thrust and play all your damnation away,
To watch you ache and beg another bite.

What happens when the curtain falls away?
Showing the empty stage of your deceit.
Shall I applaud the ruined show to break the silence of your spell?
Shall I scream "good show to all" and say goodnight?

But it was neither a good show nor good night.