Guess Who?

This is what we were made for ...
What we're made out of bears no resemblance to what we create;
Or disfigure - But wasn't there always beauty in sadness?
Melancholy music. The best kind.

Throwing caution to the wind.
Potential? Exploited.
Doubts? Kept in check.
Desire ... Ruled and ruling in equal measure.

This is what we were made for;
The beautiful eyes and mental manipulation betraying our vampiric ancestry.
It's glorious, don't you see?
That's why they want it.

These cycles begin, wash, repeat, hang
... Yourself. But guess what?
You can't die. Not yet.
Not till you serve your purpose.

This is what we were made for.
From the quiet intensity in our personae,
To the silent strength that our idiosyncrasies project.
The devil didn't know what he created with these ones.

We're the ones that cause addictions,
That inspire, create, seduce and destroy.
"The beautiful ones are not quite human"
-So, you scared yet?