In my happy place,
It�s dark and cold.
All I see is the red symbol,
Carved on the door.
This symbol I carved,
With what little I had,
A blade,
I found by my side.
It�s covered with blood,
But not my own.
I hide away,
In my happy spot,
Cursed by my thoughts.
I love so,
But I wasn�t enough,
To stop the thirst,
Of my cursed lust.
He killed me,
I hate him to death.
I swore to myself,
I would find him,
And kill him,
For giving me,
These awful thoughts.
I feed,
Because I need to.
I loved him,
And that was a mistake.
He took my soul,
But not my faith.
I will find him,
And drink him dry,
For I am a vampire,
And he must die!!!
