To Remember Is a Privilege

Blood fills that craving of vanity in darkness.
It is eloquent, to bite into memories,
for living among the immortals and breathing the alive's air deceives.
If only I could live I would know what my life was like before this long stroll.

Humans don't guard memories like they are meant to be guarded
because further than your tomb memories are prohibited.
Memories stay on land,
and don't come with you after death.

So be wise.
To remember is a gift along with life,
because the life of a vampire is dark,
without a single flashback to contemplate.

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