Tombstone Poem by Jade DragonHeart

Fear has no place here in Tombstone.
You live or die, that’s all there is left to do.
Freedom is more than a right.
Only the rich get the power to say who is free or slave.
They decide who lives or dies.
But fear has no place here in Tombstone.
Pleasure does not exist here in Tombstone.
Love is nothing but a dream in the eyes of the slaves who have no home or life to live by.
Love is no longer an eternal flame that burns the heart and sears the soul.
Pleasure and love are just like cold cubes of ice, left to slowly melt into ones eternal lifeless sleep towards death.
Tombstone is not a city, it’s a way of life, we vampires live by.
Only death sets us free.
But without life, we cannot survive, without blood, we die of hunger. Tombstone is what is at the head of each grave.
Tombstones are our curse, more worse than an eternal rest in hell.
We live by this curse; we only break the curse, when it is out time to die.