A kind of stupefaction came over Henry Bannerworth, and he sat for about a quarter of an hour scarcely conscious of where he was, and almost incapable of anything in the shape of rational thought. It was his brother, George, who roused him by saying, as he laid his hand upon his shoulder, --

"Henry, are you asleep?"

Bran, Romania: Bram Stoker never visited here. Vlad the Impaler might have spent one night here. And as far as anyone can tell, there are not now and never have been any vampires in residence. So why is Bran Castle, a lovely, 13th-century palace near Brasov in Transylvania, known far and wide as "Dracula's Castle?"

I have tried again and again to be happy,
And stay in this world of yours,
Not playing by my own rules,
But by yours,
Contained in self indulgence,
And behind heavy curtains I hinde behind a mask,
Known for it's intensity and madness,
Should I be amazing today?
Or that psychotic bitch that lurks behind every dark corner of your mind?
How about the happy liar, who smirks at your every distateful comment?
How about another day?
Can I be myself today?
Alone, staying here watching the world go by,

When you cry out in pain
and nobody can hear you,
when your dying inside and
it appears that nobody can
see it in your eyes or that
they even give it a second
thought or don't even care
about your silent screams;

When you scream out for help
and nobody even notices your
true confusion about your
own very existance or your
own worth or your own right
to live because without any
acceptance no one has any
acceptance for themselves;

My silent screams are heard
by none thus I am neither