Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Witching Hour

As I sit around with light approaching
My only wish is to hear your voice
But when the night creeps in
This life is no longer my choice
Thirst for the innocent blood of your kind
It is you, my beloved, that I know I must find
I realize for my love to stay true
Killing you, is what I must do
The blood on my lips
Streaks down your neck as it drips
I know that if I could I would cry
And in losing true love,
Never again shall I try
Upon your lips I place a bloody kiss
As remorse spills from me
In a sudden low hiss
I should have stopped feasting
Deep down I know I could
But unfortunately I feel no regret
Because you tasted so damn good

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