Once Told: Twice Hidden I

Tell my vampire decrepit soul,

     Reborn vintage remorse stories rarely hid their meanings in unfamiliar demon type a anti angelic memories masquerading as lost heart stopped bleeding dreams from this old doomed soul, For we've fallen back into the realities of the oceans which we've witness, Screaming into heaven in an isolated bleak eternity pretending to breath praise cave, We're no spiteful of the shame we've created regretfully hiding in an unexplainable to consciousness imaginary delusional hope past.

In lieu of  hiding,
Just to last...