Bitten, so smitten-
Sired, desired.
Crimson life calls to him,
Whether beauty or not he is a sin,
Of deadly proportions-
He’ll twist and distort
The truths of reality,
Unravel your mentality.

Skin, porcelain sin-
Captured, enraptured.
As sure as the night falls black,
With seducing whispers he awaits his attack,
Of deadly proportions-
He’ll twist and distort
So as you run, run away,
You become his prey.

Running, so unbecoming-
Fearing, unfeeling.
Just stop struggling and await the chill,
As white hot fangs seal the kill,
Of deadly proportions-
He twisted and distorted
Your life to sustain him,
Now join him in sin.


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