For the victim of my sweet bite
Looking thru all I have seen;
I pick up the black rose;
from the one that was sweet to me;
I prick my finger on its thorns;
My creamy white skin blends with the flowing red;
Slowly I take the finger to my lips looking at you full of lust;
Slowly taking the blood in I hunger for what truly makes me weak;
I see the vain in your neck pumping the blood so sweetly through your body;
I take your face in my hands and slowly kiss to that wonderful vain;
Then I take my sweet pleasure in your fear as I bite;
and take in your sweet wonderful blood, you my victim where so wonderful and sweet it; kind of saddens me that I took your life but then I remember the meal and smile.
