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Walking down the street with hungry eyes Dare not to daydream, I fantasize Fingers coiled tightly round her throat Compulsive urge to never let her go Off-key voices ringing in my head Filling me with existential dread Chills me to the bone - burns me alive The twisted creature I keep locked inside Stiletto heels echo in the distance through the stillness of the air The ghetto feels the path of least resistance so I head through there She's drunk and all alone stumbling about The prey dressed up in heels & cocktail gown There's no way she's really this naive Could this be the girl of my dreams? Knuckles whiten, liquor on my breath Fixated on the heaving of her chest She hears me as her eyes widen in fear Suddenly it all becomes so clear Muffled screams and scraping feet fall silent on the city street I feel her horrified heartbeat as I drag her off the cold concrete Breaking the straps on her tight black dress Sinking my fangs deep into her flesh Draining her of all the will to fight She goes limp in my arms She's mine tonight Sated now, I set her free But she'll always belong to me Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain Her soul eternally blood stained Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain Cursed to darkness and immortal pain We are bound by blood forever now In darkness we forever drown Accursed Children of the Night Forgotten by the World of Light
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Vampiirotica
Walking down the street with hungry eyes Dare not to daydream, I fantasize Fingers coiled tightly round her throat Compulsive urge to never let her go Off-key voices ringing in my head Filling me with existential dread Chills me to the bone - burns me alive The twisted creature I keep locked inside Stiletto heels echo in the distance through the stillness of the air The ghetto feels the path of least resistance so I head through there She's drunk and all alone stumbling about The prey dressed up in heels & cocktail gown There's no way she's really this naive Could this be the girl of my dreams? Knuckles whiten, liquor on my breath Fixated on the heaving of her chest She hears me as her eyes widen in fear Suddenly it all becomes so clear Muffled screams and scraping feet fall silent on the city street I feel her horrified heartbeat as I drag her off the cold concrete Breaking the straps on her tight black dress Sinking my fangs deep into her flesh Draining her of all the will to fight She goes limp in my arms She's mine tonight Sated now, I set her free But she'll always belong to me Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain Her soul eternally blood stained Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain Cursed to darkness and immortal pain We are bound by blood forever now In darkness we forever drown Accursed Children of the Night Forgotten by the World of Light
xan-abyss
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
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