The Taste of Time

gothic chamber, dark electronics, gothic minimal

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You might have heard of me
The corpse that never learned to rest,
The ghost suspended in its cradle of wood.

My skin, pale with a hint of twilight;
My fangs — always polished,
My veins — cold, deliberate, and quiet.

When our eyes meet, the veil of time dissolves.
Your thoughts unfold, transparent as glass;
No corners, no secrets — only reflection.
In the dance of hunger, blood begins to simmer,
And both body and soul unfasten,
Like two doors swinging open to the same wind.

A thousand years adrift in idle grace,
I’ve sampled every form of being human —
None particularly convincing.

The hardest vow to keep
Was not to die,
But to live without thirst.
Now I walk among mortals,
Feigning sleep, pretending breath.
Do not mistake restraint for disdain —
I’ve simply found that modern blood
Is rather high in sugar
And comes with unpleasant side effects.

The age of information brings its own afflictions:
Forever explaining why I’m only online at night.
I try to sound reasonable —
Perhaps I live in another time zone,
Or perhaps I simply work the night shift.
Or perhaps…
I’m a vampire.
But no one believes me.

I don’t exist because of Halloween,
I exist because I exist.
I still crave for blood —
But only the purest kind.

The strangest thing — thirty years ago,
A girl believed what I said,
And offered me her tender neck.
I declined her gentle gift;
I could not curse her
With the comedy of eternal life.

If one bite could make you happy,
Who’d ever climb another mountain again?

These days I live on red wine and melatonin,
Raise two chickens for conversation…
Sometimes I pretend to be drunk,
Just to see how the living react.

I don’t exist because of Halloween,
I exist because I exist.
I still crave for blood —
But only the purest kind.

Night folds itself around me like silk.
Neon flickers in my borrowed eyes.
Don’t turn around —
I might be standing right behind you.

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These lyrics are written and owned by Rachel’s Original (Rachel Liu). Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work.

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You might have heard of me The corpse that never learned to rest, The ghost suspended in its cradle of wood. My skin, pale with a hint of twilight; My fangs — always polished, My veins — cold, deliberate, and quiet. When our eyes meet, the veil of time dissolves. Your thoughts unfold, transparent as glass; No corners, no secrets — only reflection. In the dance of hunger, blood begins to simmer, And both body and soul unfasten, Like two doors swinging open to the same wind. A thousand years adrift in idle grace, I’ve sampled every form of being human — None particularly convincing. The hardest vow to keep Was not to die, But to live without thirst. Now I walk among mortals, Feigning sleep, pretending breath. Do not mistake restraint for disdain — I’ve simply found that modern blood Is rather high in sugar And comes with unpleasant side effects. The age of information brings its own afflictions: Forever explaining why I’m only online at night. I try to sound reasonable — Perhaps I live in another time zone, Or perhaps I simply work the night shift. Or perhaps… I’m a vampire. But no one believes me. I don’t exist because of Halloween, I exist because I exist. I still crave for blood — But only the purest kind. The strangest thing — thirty years ago, A girl believed what I said, And offered me her tender neck. I declined her gentle gift; I could not curse her With the comedy of eternal life. If one bite could make you happy, Who’d ever climb another mountain again? These days I live on red wine and melatonin, Raise two chickens for conversation… Sometimes I pretend to be drunk, Just to see how the living react. I don’t exist because of Halloween, I exist because I exist. I still crave for blood — But only the purest kind. Night folds itself around me like silk. Neon flickers in my borrowed eyes. Don’t turn around — I might be standing right behind you. ———————————————— These lyrics are written and owned by Rachel’s Original (Rachel Liu). Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Lyrics Creation: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Music Arrangement: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Copyright © 2025 Rachel’s Original https://suno.com/@rachelliu All rights reserved.

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