Lestat, My Dark Angel..

Bear me no ill, my love..
We are now even.
What died was the last breath of me...
The world is a tomb for me;
A graveyard full of broken statues;
-- And each of those,
resembled your face.

I walk the streets,
savoring long lost memories.
I caught the sense of death;
It wasn't coming from the graves.

I haven't wept enough;
For what you've done to me.
Oh god,
I love you still.
That's the torment of it.
Who'll care for me, my love..
My dark angel, when you are gone..?