She comes in to your room at night,
And walks into your dreams,
You think she is the one you want,
But she is not what she seems.
She takes the pen into her hand,
And writes the words that's true
You think the love she writes about
Is all for the love of you.
If only you knew it is your heart,
But not the feelings within,
It is the blood that flows to it,
For it is a vampire’s sin.
Passion burns inside your heart
Thicken what lies beneath
She wants the blood that flows to it,
So she'll free it from its sheath.
She takes it into her shiny lips,
And holds it in her mouth,
You hold your hand in softened curls,
As she travels further south.
Her tongue becomes a snake and curls,
Her breath is cold and soft,
She sucks upon your swollen sword,
And inside she begins to purr.
For when it reaches total length,
Her teeth begin to grow,
As your white seed flows her teeth will bite,
And passion and pain will grow.
She'll leave you there upon the ground,
And write her final words,
Your blood is what she'll use for ink,
She doesn't make a sound.
Your body's cold in colder ground you are laid,
She'll write upon your final stone,
a victim of such carnal lust
He died in passion and pain
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