Drained drained drained,
Drained my life again.
Mosquitoes will drain until the end ,
Drained drained again.
They drain the blood and life,
They are sucking knife.
But as they drain your life again,
They can only descend,
And descend,
Until out of sight.
Can't see swarm ahead?
Must be out of mind.
So the saying goes,
True words always rhyme.
Mosquito mosquito,
You must have drained my life.
I am full of empty thoughts,
The only thing looking good is that knife.
Sorry Mr. Mosquito,
This time I take the blood.
And if the scent lures you in,
You have clearly had enough.
If I drain the blood,
Will it remove the pain?
Or maybe the mosquito will help me out,
And allow me to avoid a carpet stain.
Mr. Mosquito,
It looks like you are all that I remain.
Are you jealous of the husk you sucked,
Who can no longer feel pain?