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I’m not mad or without sanity I’m just misunderstood
I don’t kill because I enjoy it; I just crave the taste of blood.
And so what if I don’t mind, if the prey is young or old.
I don’t exist remember!?
I’m a myth (Or so I’m told)
I fly my nightly hunting ground seeking flesh I can attack
The youngest flesh is sweetest flesh, but babies.
Just a snack.
Don’t take it personally, my dear. It’s a compliment you see.
I chose you out of all the others, to become a part of me.
And as you flap and flail my One, the blood will gush more sweetly.
I will lay you down with care my love, and leave just as discreetly.
With thirsting quenched and loins ablaze from supping such a potion.
I will leave your bedroom window quick, and fall without emotion.
With netted curtains blowing out of windows dark and dim.
I see them as my meal ticket, and my shadow lets me in.
How many sweetlings will I feast upon before my time is passed?
Before sun, a stake or headless chop leave a pile of dust.
I’m immortal and I live forever. Un-dead no heart within.
I have no hate, no pain, remorse and so I have no sin.
I have no joy, no happiness, and also have no love.
I’m alone for all eternity a solitary black dove.
I bring peace to all I gorge on. Of that there is no lie.
But who gives peace to gory Nosferatu such as I?
I wish to sleep the sleep of death and not hide from the sun.
Nor shun all others from me, unless the deed is to be done.
I wish to see the sunrise once; it is my only real regret.
But if I do then dust I’ll be with no sight of sunset.
I want to see them both you know, but impossible to choose.
Which one will be my final end, either way I lose.
Post je objavljen 19.11.2006. u 11:24 sati.