this I write, not for forgiveness for that which I have become, but for
understanding for that which I have done;
that which is in me is an uncontrollable, merciless Beast which has
enslaved my soul.
Night has become my lover, Day my executioner;
i am that which strikes fear into mortal souls, i am... Vampyre.

for the sake of love...

she was heavenly, in her movement, in her beauty, and her voice was the
sound of Angels;
the Beast inside me wanted her, needed her, craved to make her one with
it.
she was so innocent, so trusting;
i could not let the Beast ravish her, no matter the cost to my already
blackened soul.

for the sake of love...

my love for her intensified with the passge of time;
the Beast's obession swelled into a fiery rage.
only one of us could win the battle that had been declared between us;
to the victor went my tainted soul, and the heart of a unexpecting madien,
Heather.

for the sake of love...

she grew to know me, to love me, but never did she see the Beast that laid
within;
i could not bare the knowledge of what i was, that part of me wanted her,
all of her, in the most intimate way.
her movement drove me to the edge of madness;
but the Beast always brought me back, craving that which i would not,
could not, let it have.

for the sake of love...

the Beast slowly twisted my thoughts, my love for her;
how could i love, I had become a conduit of death, love was lost to me a
long time past.
she made me remember that which i had once forgotten;
the Beast cried out in rage, urging Death to take Heather from my grasp,
It was losing control.

for the sake of love...

my hunger grew, the Beast yearned for sustenance, He, we needed the
essence of life;
He wanted Heather, i wanted salvation.
the battle climaxed in a passionate rage of lust;
darkness overwhelmed my senses, had Death finally embraced my soul, it
would be my only salvation.

for the sake of love...

what has the Beast done, what have i allowed to occur;
my poor, sweet Heather, so innocently did she trust the monster which i
was.
her perfume hangs in the air, a painful reminder of what she felt for me;
her essence is gone, the Beast has won the battle, i am nothing compared
to It's power.

for the sake of love...

vengeance shall be mine, my salvation will be It's utter destruction;
i feel Death standing at my side, his mission completed with my dearest
Heather it now waits for my corrupt soul.
the Beast wails in terror, It is powerless against the fury that is
continually filling my existence;
with Death my escort i walk out into the morning's sweet embrace and gaze
at the world's most beautiful sight... sunrise.

for the sake of love...

Spencer Schoenewe