Hush my little one
They might hear
We must be silent
Not let them find us
For they never understand

They hate who we are
Always hunting us
We try to survive
But still they come
They always do

So in the shadows
Do we now dwell
Reduced to hiding
From these mortals
We may die in thirst

I say we must rebel
For we are stronger
Shape shifters
With naught to dear
Let us rise in freedom

Remember little one
How they killed her
The way your mother
Was taken from us
When they found out

How can we fight back
They have too many weapons
Different ways to **** us
We can only use the night
But they can use the day

How can I not recall
My dearest father
The way she died
The cruelty of it all
Never feeding on them

Ripping her from our coven
Leaving us in eternal misery
Of a loss forever engraved
Yet, I can not shake
My deep thirst for revenge

I am tired my little one
Feeling my true age
For too many centuries
This was my existence
Now you must carry on

My life is slowly fading
The coldness is close
You have fed from me
So you can be strong
Goodbye my little one

My father now gone
The ultimate sacrifice
Of an undying love
For his only daughter
Lost now am I - alone

A curse once bestowed
By the dark of night
Never to return
To the day of light
Losing all I have loved

With new found strength
I now hold - I will seek
The one who cursed us
In this living nightmare
For time is now immortal

Through the silence
Of the nights calling
I shall fight, with might
Striking - taking down
The prince of the night

Blade so cold so right
Taking a joyride across my body
Silver on white

Shaking hand to guide it
Tears, zips, leather and lace
Crimson escaping fresh slit

Lips, soft, supple, prickly
Unshaven you nuzzle and drink
My blood so desirable and sickly

Stop stop blood clot
Immune system allows you only some
You draw away you've had a lot

Violins in my ears
The room spins and I fall down
No sight takes away fears

I awake, white room, methylated spirits
Doctors tend to my open scars
The feeling is so right

I asked the vampire
If it hurt his mind
To feed on the living
And to leave time behind

I asked the ghost
If it pained his soul
To know he was no more
Than a formless immortal

I asked the werwolf
If it tormented his heart
To know how he mindlessly
Rips people apart

They all answered yes
It pained them so
To know of the sorrow
That they themselves sow

They weeped at the thought
They cried for the dead
Tears dripped from their eyes
As they hung their head

I asked them of their home
Of the shadows in which they live
They went utterly silent
They had only horror to give

But in all honesty
The shadows seem nice
They called it evil
Filled with rats and mice

Next time you want life
Or strength beyond measure
Or more time with family
Just simply remember

Choose your words wisely
Or you will live feeling sad
Say what you mean
Or you will be had

Never thought the intent to harm
Thought she was a floaty flower
Wanna **** him till the light of dawn
He was to be devoured
Warmth lack of clarity inside, a little bit
Congregate where the bodies drained now, smells like florentine bedsheets
What a slave to it
A slave to it
A body without a soul
What a slave to it

I awake, the night is bright.
The air is cold and clear.
I am a stalker of the dark,
Looking for my next victim to bite.

The starless night reflects my thoughts
clear and calm
like a pond of eternal youth
it envelops me in a cocoon of darkness
slowly wrapping around me until
the night and I are one
the night awakens my senses
transforms my lust into a deep longing
a burning in my throat
that reaches my very core
seducing my animalistic needs
and devilish desires
of succumbing to the feeling of my victims flesh
the taste of the sweet nectar pumping through their veins
and allowing the thirst to guide my mind

Yet impossibly I strive for completion
an end to the unbearable loneliness
because detachment of my humanity is unobtainable
my need to **** eternally flourishing
but is the suppression of my humanity the only way to annul the pain
is the only true release of the ****** that of a final death
an infinite vacuum of nothingness
or a confinement in the eternally blazing fires of hell

"What is a man?!
A miserable Pile of Secrets!" he shoutes
then he sprung his attack
with the holy whip of my ancestors in my hand
I intended to make it his epitaph.
we battled for hours on end,
using holy water and dodging fireballs that would've meant my doom
when I had him beaten, he transformed into a grotesque demon
which also distorted the room
I didn't know which I was battling, my own head or Count Vlad Tepes Dracul
Anyway, after one final strike, The Undead terror had finally been slain
I hoped and prayed that no-one would ever speak his name

What pain it is to live and die;
to close mortal lives with mortal ends.
Recycled lives mimic their predecessors ennui,
and in the end, no one truly struggles; there is no dying cry;
Life leaves at the speed of wind; in a mundane sigh.

And then he brings with him the gentle kiss;
and that sigh passes in reverse across those lips
and extraordinary in her sin,
the ordinary breathes again.

And what blasphemy it is to breathe again
and again that final martyr's breath.
Recycled through lungs that do not open,
seeing with eyes that do not close, though wept
in tears of delicious blood and ***** unearned sweat.

She cries those tears of blood, and they fall to her mouth.
And she screams, but no sound can be heard coming out.
And she writhes, and he holds her in his arms with such tender love.
And she lives her stolen life in a dance macabre and barren of
that ordinarity; that beautiful mundane comfort that brought her such redoubt.

And he holds her, sharing in her pain and loss.
He knows the worth of a life long past its expiration date.
But he cannot condone himself to suffer alone on his lonely cross,
so he kisses her again, sharing that martyr'd gift, hoping his hunger will sate.
But it never is.

So they continue their dance, and give all they can give.
And they share in their duality; the finality of their lonely breath.
He aches for the piety of a life unlived;
She weeps for a visit from an angel of death.