Psychic Vampire Requiem-Revisited (Howls At The Blood Orange Moon)
You suck the words of others thru rabid fangs feeding on their creativity trying to make them your own. Suckling hungrily at crystal thoughts and twisting meanings to suit your venomous desires. Where are your deep rooted words of the self? opening your crusted blind eyes to another day of living vicariously through those around you. Some day the Acid drippings of truth will cleanse the palate of your soul and then only then may you confront the mirrored image of the void before you.