The vampire really craved him some blood,
And thank god; they'd just buried Mrs. Flood:
He pried open her casket,
And was using his ratchet-
But her fluids had turned thick as mud.

Two vampires decided to dine
On a lady, whose blood was like wine;
While pausing to savor
It's delicate flavor,
One said, the House issue is fine!

Vampires sleep days and fly nights,
They are known to be fearful of lights,
And feeding's quite a trick;
It's got a big kick-
Though impossible, with bad over-bites.

To a vampire, an ****'s a feast
On the blood of man, bird or beast;
And he's not into zoology
Psychiatry or psychology;
Doesn't even care, if it's deceased.

My God is hungry, he stabs your God;
The people are up in arms,
Though they say your God will raise again-
No gods were really harmed.

No Gods died to further a plot;
They were not experimented on,
And resemblances to people living or dead-
Must always be frowned upon.

The Gods used to own the whole world once;
We gave them dominion over fish and fowl;
But their pedestals toppled lean centuries ago,
And now they can only nod and bow.

Have you ever fallen for a girl, that takes your breath away?
I see her and my mind goes blank, I don't know what to say,
Is it those big brown eyes, or that beautiful smile?
I get drunk on this love and the days feel like hours,
they keep flying away and I beg for just one more moment,
"Baby you don't have to go, come back and just stay."
She plays on my emotions and tugs on my heart,
She knows that I would give her everything, I was
lost in her beauty from the very start. She knows that I am
crushing, and she has the feeling too. Every second is special
as we get lost in my bed, she rolls on over and she kisses my head.
"Promise you will never leave me and break my heart,"
just the thought of it gives me a start. Life without my angel would
no longer be a life at all. I kiss her back and I grab her hands "Baby, for a man to leave you he would have to be out of his head."
She looks back at my with that sweet little grin, I hold her body close to mine and never want to let it go again. I smell the sweet fragrance of her hair as I feel her soft skin, I slowly slip back into this dream praying that it never ends.

This rose has far too many thorns.
Yet you insist on coming back for more.
Tearing your flesh, and bleeding upon the floor.
Just to hold such beauty in your hands.
This is insanity I cannot understand.