Jane Van Doe - Limbo

The spirits of which I speak
Those images I see
Are not the ghosts of death
But of reality

These vampires of the heart
And werewolves of the mind
Don't rise from out the tomb
Sure death is not unkind

These haunt the Earth by daylight
Feeding upon their fear
They're terrified of living
Limbo is their sphere

The forms they hold are human
Warm blood they drink still lives
Eating out the souls
Of all save negatives

But who can rid us of them?
And how long can we fight?
When spirits can't be killed
Unless they're of the night

© 1981 JVD

Jane Van Doe

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