When she closes her eyes, she will find
the dark forebodings in her mind.
She wants to know dark love,
to feel the power rain down from above.
She wants to feel the evil that’s embedded within
the mind and body after the ultimate sin.
To experience the pleasures brought forth from the pain,
the exchange of hot blood, repulsive acts for the sane,
to feel the fangs puncture the skin so deep,
losing blood quickly, being lulled to the infinite sleep.
She wants to feel the passion inside of her,
feel a vampires embrace, by lust she is conquered.
There is no fighting this desire, it is too late.
The Dark Angels have already decided her fate.
In the darkness she sits and dreams,
her becoming will be fantastical, or so it seems.
She needs to be engulfed in your darkness.
This she is me, I must confess.
