One moment, just one moment
to feel alive and strong
a theory unknown
Books of lies, books of fiction
still I search my mind
an answer Unknown
Body Shock and energy lost
veins showing beneth my skin
now pale in the light
Daylight Nightmare, a zombie, a corpse
sleeping it all away
into sleepless nights
All Prayers lost with time
of an non-existing God
a faith of hate
I've studied it all only to see it's illusion
empty shadows in an empty life
this chapter of unholy truth

How can you protect your friends and family from vampirism? What steps can you take to ensure that when their corpse goes in the ground, it stays there? Here are a few ideas, gathered from folk mythology, that have helped in the past.

To see the world from another point of view,
How will you see it?
When it comes down to one thing,
How will you leave us?
With the callus laughter,
Seen in the drunken picture I took of you?
Or in another time,
Another world?
Could you look back on your life,
And know that you were only human?
No metaphors,
No similes.... Just you?
Or will you exaggerate it like I do,
And make you into a hero....
Could you see life and the world as it is around you?
Or be brazen about it, and dive head on...

"The Vampyre" is a short story written by John William Polidori and is a progenitor of the romantic vampire genre of fantasy fiction.  It was first published on April 1, 1819, by Colburn in the New Monthly Magazine with the false attribution "A Tale by Lord Byron." The name of the work's protagonist, "Lord Ruthven," added to this assumption, for that name was originally used in Lady Caroline Lamb's novel Glenarvon, in which a thinly-disguised Byron figure was also named Lord Ruthven. Despite repeated denials by Byron and Polidori, the authorship often went unclarified.

I wear mine to hide what's within me.
I found people prefer the painted smile,
And glittering gemstone eyes.
Some days it wore thin.
And people saw past that pretty face.
I found happiness once...
And when I removed the mask to show the world
Friends turned from me. Only happy when I'm not...truly.
There were days when it cracked.