Back.
languid, sentimental, romantic.
And I want to vomit.
Back.
Again.
All those words, the emotions felt during the passage of time, all wounds and misunderstandings.
And people do not listen.
invisible ink.
But once again, here I am, once again on stage.
Again.
seems that I can not help it. Lack
?
Maybe just want to communicate.
Books, songs.
Invisible ink? And then I
months since I saw the blood of my blood.
Months I do not see the big eyes and capricious monster.
We lost.
For you mortals is unthinkable, perhaps.
Years, centuries without a single word.
But we are fighting our life on the scale of millennia. Fill
, slowly, day after day, the vacuum left by those smiles, those eyes.
failure and loneliness.
squeeze me the warm body of a woman. Take
existence without consciousness into his short skirt vinyl.
My hand slides back arched wet with sweat.
I feel his thin hair on the face.
I wish it were mine.
I, a handsome man, and much more Young dance with her.
I feel his blood along the neck.
hear his thoughts.
failure and loneliness.
not change much. Mortal or immortal
.
not change.
Its strong smell, mingled with the scent that is put before you leave.
Why come here? Why did you leave to touch me?
How do you feel about that?
Nothing.
Is dancing with death and does not know.
perceives it, maybe.
But still love me, love me desperately.
I have not killed.
I was not interested.
And I'm here again to chase my dream.
Sometimes I think that funny There is irony in all this.
I kill you and I love to death every day.
But without a word, without any real contact.
I am a vampire.
I eat in your life, your memories, your emotions.
live with me forever.
But there is no exchange, there is never any confrontation.
But I do not want just that.
do not accept that.
I want war.
scandal.
move, understand and get closer to the truth.
Search.
I can do it only here, far from everyone, away from you.
physically away from you. Want
. Desired. Desired. The thin
suffering I feel when I talk to you without having.
preventing me from having.
Because I have you.
I could see you all.
Lestat.
San Francisco, February 27, 2004
