Nothing good happens after 4 am.
This was the time when my negligent lust began.
The hour of which my angels are locked up by my demons;
time to release Dracula’s descendant to begin hunting season.

Ready,
to slowly empty my next victim of their feelings.

Swallow these words in between your moans.
Let them send chills down your spine
as you brave intimate relations with a vampire’s blood line.

Without this hour, my favorite part of me would not exist
Making monsters out of the ones I once loved with a deathly kiss.