Love comes,
Drinking my blood,
In the autumn.
She's fine,
Taking her time,
Like a fine wine,
It drips,
Down her lips,
And fingertips,
Down to my bed,
By sunrise again,
You'll find me dead...
You'll find me smiling--
They'll tell you I was suicidal.
You'll find me smiling,
When you're gripped by an unshakeable horror,
You'll find me smiling,
For, I was not alone in that hour,
You'll find me smiling,
For, she rose like a night blooming Flower
To my window,
So I opened my window,
To the night,
To the Vampire.
Behold! Her wings,
Sinister things,
(But beautiful to me, hee hee hee)
Unfold,
Shadows of Gold,
As was foretold,
Foretold to me,
In a minor key,
Every time I pour the tea,
Her will be done,
My innocent one--
Love needs blood...
Farewell reflection--
Already forget what I look like,
No recollection--
Yesterday already feels like a past life,
Yet, Girl, I love you,
And the mystical sadness about you,
I swear to find you,
To fly as a crow to your chamber,
And whisper,
‘Would you take my hand,
Though I am not a man?
I’m a Vampire.’
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