How do you see me?
You used to call me friend.
But I told you what I am,
And now you call me a freak.

How do you feel about me?
You used to say you loved me.
But now you know the real me,
You look at me with disgust.

Why do you shun me?
We used to be inseparable.
But since I told you how it is,
You avoid me all the time.

Why do you fear me?
You used to say I made you safe.
But now you know the needs I have,
I see in you only mistrust.

Why forsake me now?

Clawing at this life, yearning to break free
on the outside looking in, looking at you looking at me
some hearts weren't ever meant to love
some tears weren't ever mean to be cried
that's what you told me on the day that I died
you left me without a soul
spiralling down into the dark
sucked into your black hole
I was your child, your lover, your friend
and you left me alone for eternity without end

Scarlette Death
October 6, 2001

July 10, 2003 (The Herald Sun) - A Melbourne prostitute and alleged self-proclaimed vampire who was shot dead in his driveway was buried today. Shane Chartres-Abbott, 28, was gunned down as he left his family home in Howard Street, Reservoir, last month. About 30 family and friends attended the funeral at Preston this afternoon.

April 19, 2007 (Independent Online / Irene Kuppan / SOUTH AFRICA) -- Paramedics on Wednesday saved the life of a man claiming to be a vampire and intent on committing suicide. The man, believed to be aged about 40, was discovered hanging on the wrong side of a bridge railing above railway lines along Argyle Road.

I wake with a start, eyes flicking open and scanning around me.

The room is quite light where the curtains are letting in the beams of the full moon.

In the distance a fox barks, probably what woke me.

I feel alone and uneasy for a moment, then my sleepy mind remembers you are with me.

Your warm body next to me in our bed, your steady breathing comforts me.