Insomiac

Insomiac
By MacabreLAM

I find that at times,
Long life is over rated.
People can't deal,
And they won't admit it.

The loss of a lover,
A mother,
A father,
A friend.

People can't deal, son.
And love is over rated.
Because, son,
They don't understand.

You're not mine by blood,
My dear son,
You're mine by virus and love.
You're a vampire.

You're gonna see them all,
The ones you love more than anything,
You're gonna watch them die,
Dear son.

Immortality is over rated,
And I don't want to watch my friends age.
I don't want to watch them die,
I don't want to lose you.

Immortality is over rated,
I can close my eyes,
I can pretend I don't know you, son,
But I'm an insomiac.

You want to be a vampire, son?
You and your fourteen year old body.
You aren't alive yet,
Give yourself a chance.

You haven't loved,
And you won't for a while.
Work is just a word right now,
And school is a burden.

You're only fourteen, son.
You haven't lived yet.
I've seen the years go by, I've shut my eyes and laid down.
I'm an insomiac.

Son, you want to be able to get away one day.
You want to take a vacation you won't return from.
You want to die before those you love.
You don't want to be, son, an insomiac.