Based on The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice, a book that I didn't much care for despite the following poem.

Chorus:
Never in my darkest dreams had I ever wanted this:
The fortune of a stranger and this bite that brings me bliss.
And still I hunt the Paris streets, alone yet searching still
For that moment of companionship before I bring the kill.

Hunger calls me out again, that flame that burns my soul,
Promising me loneliness in this, my greatest role.
Playing out the horrors of mankind's darkest dreams,
Silent as a shadow, so they never know to scream.
And what a role I've come to play, so suave and debonaire,
Doing justice to the part with style, grace, and flare.
I'm an angel The Abyss spat out, and I'm wicked to the bone--
So many times I've wished this role didn't leave me so alone.

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Out into the night I prowl to find another throat,
Some easy prey of murderer I won't give the chance to gloat.
And while his essence fills me, I find it fitting still
That I should find slight kinship in one who also kills.
Wandering the alleyways, as dark as all my years,
Hiding in the shadows there the flow of my red tears.
Some poets write of soul-mates, and to my own I'm dumb,
For Nicki Could not stand the sight of what I have become.

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Indeed when I am out at night, those around me mark the tone
Of the flesh beneath my velvet coat, as white as sun-bleached bone.
And could they see my eyes beneath the hood that hides them well,
Perhaps those men might marvel at their blue, bewitching spell.
Yet Nicolas would notice, and surely be amazed
At the body to my golden locks and the way my nails are glazed.
Good gods, my dark-eyed beauty, if you but knew my pain....
You'd never understand it, love, so therefor mortal you'll remain.

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When I had but one lifetime to fret away my nights,
I never dreamed of what I'd missed--the smells, the sounds, the sights!
And also never of the course my life was doomed to take,
The way the world would cheat me, and cause my heart to break.
What point is there in living when those I love are lost?
The gifts I've gained are many, but were they worth the cost?
That night, should I have killed myself, instead become serene?
Good Lord, I'm just an actor! And I wish You'd call the scene.

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