Death by hunger, thats what I promised.
Crawling home, to escape from this.
But there is no escape. Starving to change fate.
I've made my mistakes. And she used her stake.
Right into the pit of my belly.
And now for the irony.
This is worst than it sounds.
Cause I swollowed my heart, before you could gobble it down.
And now................I crawl home......
To the belly of a boiling cauldron.
Digesting my own heart as I crawl on.
To the place where love is born
Where I mend my heart when torn.
And start over finding someone new
To seduce into my Vampiric Brew!
J. Koblitz
