Bitten by a vampire, seven weeks ago this night
Marks still prominent on your pale skinned neck so red
Dark as night you watch them, planning your feed
Do you let them die, or become like you undead
Suck them dry, all their natural fluids
Groan with lust for blood to be spilled in your mouth
Lurking in the corners waiting to get your meal
Demons inside waiting till they can be let out
