Forever is so long
When you spend it alone
Living in the shadows
In which you must hide
Watching the centuries
As they are born
And as they die

Feeding upon the ones that I envy
They have life
They have a right
They have the gift of death

Countless times I've longed for a companion
With a touch as cold as mine
For one with the warmth of a mortal body
Would wither away with time
And tempt me to drink them dry
Alas, I have yet to find one with a curse like mine
This is becoming more unbearable
Every passing night

I walk down the narrow alley
To pick my feast of the night
But I feel something different
Someone is close behind

The footsteps come closer
As I run faster
Though I have nothing to fear

I feel a hand around my throat
But being dead
I cannot be choked
I look to laugh at the stranger
To find myself lost in his eyes
Finding his touch colder than ice
My fallen angel hath arrived

Forever isn't long
When you don't spend it alone
Living in the shadows
Holding each other tight
Holding on as the centuries are born
And as they die