the feast
Cemetary quiet,
Death is near
Darkness falls,
Have no fear.
He finds her
A victim with ease,
She is his
For small fees.
Together they go,
Quiet and dark,
He needs her alone
To leave his mark.
Fangs puncture,
Sharp and Quick.
Ohh... the sensation.
He begins to lick.
She grabs his head
Pulling his close.
He opens his mouth,
The blood flows.
Life is ending
Blood drained out
No energy left
No voice to shout.
Life has faded
She is no more.
She's just another
Blood-letting whore.
Alone he walks
Quiet and Dark
Full and content
He left his mark.
Dark is fading
He has to go...
Back to his crypt
Far down below.
Cemetary quiet,
Death is near
The sun rises,
Have no fear.
