Don't stalk me in my sleep to awaken me in horror
Don't haunt my thoughts, for this is my safe place
Please let me be
Don't trample through my soul and take away it's spirit
Don't terrorize my sanity, I am not the crazy one
Please let me live
Don't tease my heart, it's done nothing to you
Don't take away my breath, I'm already gasping for air
Please let me go
Don't torment me, don't you think I've been put through enough?
You've made a mockery of me, why my darling demon?
You ripped out a flower from the ground and tore the petals off saying, "I hate you, I hate you not"
You run to your pray, looking identical, but you're not what they see, no you're they're worst nightmare
Don't you know when to stop?
You've won-you won
It's time to say goodbye to me
Don't give me a look of hopefulness with brutal intentions
I don't want to play this game anymore
Please let me be
Please let me be free

Plaster a smile onto your mask
Fake that you're more than okay
Pretend the night is beautiful and young
And fight the urge to run away
Face your fears with more than angst
Find a place to keep yourself safe
And if anything goes completely awry
Get out before anyone knows why
Your secret needs to stay untold
The things you know cannot be shown
Be sure to hide behind that mask
And fool those that wish tonight was your last.

Ladies, in thier ballgowns wade,
thier masks they have made,
so they wade across the ballroom floor,
for the sign on the,
Big. Brass. Door,
a masquerade, it reads,
A Masquerade.
The men,
ready in blazers and tuxes,
wearing thier masks,
awaiting thier midnight mistress,
thier...**** seductress.
Then, the man in black and white,
guides his mistress inder the moonlight,
for a dance, perhaps a kiss,
at the stroke of midnight.
At midnight, the clock sounds,
and all you see is the spinning of gown after gown.
Ding. ****. Ding. ****.
the sound becomes a beat,
ready and awaiting the eager dancers feet.
Ding. ****. Ding. ****.
the couples dance, but not for long,
for this...
this is the, Last. Song.
Ding. ****. Ding. ****.
At the end of this song,
the men and women,
reveal themselves, and at long last,
they shed thier masks.
Then the man in black and white,
grasps his ladies hand, and holds it tight,
then he gets down, on his knee,
and her gasp...
brings an end to this story.

And I should have joined a masquerade.
Believe me.
I wore masks all the time.

The Vampire is the

Most supreme demon.

The Vampire takes life

Through an invited kiss,

And feels its victim

Slip into the night,

Terrified, collapsing,

As the demon experiences bliss.