You liar,
You freak!
Your apocalypse is real.
Death and hate,
And all your pain,
With more I must reveal.
About your psychotic dream of death.
Praying on the innocent,
And feeding on the living,
What a victim, what a dying way to live.
So many regrets.
So much more death you give.
Just sink your fangs,
Into my veins,
And feed, my love, feed.
Blood as black as cold ink flows.
I do not feel the pain, yet.
Give it.
Give it.
A bringer, to give.
Me a pointless philosophy.
I'm psychotic.
Yes, we know.
Yes, they know.
Because you told them!
What a freak,
What a waste.
Your apocalypse is real.
Bring it.
Bring it.
A dying victim from which they feed.
More death.
More life.
Every day.
More pain.
So much pain…
Don't you make me choose!
Don't you bring me more!
You wasted, giving keeper.
Something else,
Something more.
A life-giving reaper.
No name,
No voice.
Just savor my inky blood.
My vampire,
My love.
More is waiting, yet to come.
Give me take,
Love or hate,
And scream my name in pain.