And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day that LJ died.....
In days gone by, as I passed by the mirror, I saw myself. Not myself, yet myself, yet different. And as I smiled, from the mirror emanated the same smile, yet brighter.
Today, as I walked by the mirror, I'd become a vampire. For the mirror refused to smile back.