Vampires.
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don't know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of t
Ice cold stare,
Yet flaming eyes,
Soul of darkness,
Pain inside.
Blackened heart,
Angered mood,
Evil spirit,
In Devil's shoes.
Hope destroyed,
Faith no more,
Destiny shattered,
Life a void.
Nights are endless,
The thirst grows,
Life is pointless,
Craving for gore.
Innocent blood,
The search begins,
The taste of flesh,
Ecstasy within.
Life in shadows,
Never seen,
Striking swiftly,
Senses are keen.
Eternity alone,
Love is a tale,
Dreams don't exist,
Hope is a fable.
Death in its mind,
Suffering huge,
Nothing to gain,
Nothing to lose.
Maybe psychotic,
Probably deranged,
Mostly disturbed,
Poisoned brain.
Future