she wants to see the world through my eyes; to smile with my smile

she whispered softly in my ear
as she touched my hand with hers
told me, 'i'm like no one she knows.'
she must be young, must not been near
too many souls; fore i don't see
how i am unique, i'm just another fool.
a foolish boy in a man's body
trying to keep close to my head
that youth i knew once, that i abused
without a haste, no time to second
guess anything i did- been close to dead
been close to alive, been almost
every thing that she wants to discover.
but i can't inform her of the horror's
to come, the pain of loss that is in store.
nobody is immune to the journey of discovery.
this is just a ride but there is no trial
run so prepare yourself for all that is to be.
my darling, my love, we are vessel's
and this is not simply a lie i tell
to the girls i meet in hopes to seal
a deal- to get a kiss, to hear a symphony
of delicious devotion singing in my ear.
no, for most this is a secret i keep near
my old heart- that tattered and torn
piece of wreckage that i think once upon
a time held a light to the world's darkness.
now, now it's been snuffed out for so long
i can't even recall what it was like to belong
to another person in a unison of devotion.
paranoia just comforts my everything, these decisions
i do or don't make to try and find connection
in the touch of a person any more, any longer.
but there is her, now, in my self destruction
i have seen life again- seen affiliation
for a future that could still maybe be once.
just i wonder what she could possibly have found
in the touch of my lips- i am a vampire,
a soul sucker; no doubt about that tragedy.
ask anyone i've ever loved, ask any one i know
or knew- they'll tell you it true, to find
a new route to go- to avoid me and my eternal fiend
of fire and retribution, always am i seeking
for apologies- this touch of mine is damning.