Red Lacquer

The midnight hour of goulish frights.
Feasting upon my sinful delights.
devouring on the freshly slain.
sorting out the "bones" from the "brains".

But all I desire is the red lacquer,
for I am but an undead vampire.

As I tear the intestinal lining,
I hear from their mouth a painful whining.
I would put them out of their misery, but I dare not try.
I enjoy watching them painfully die.

But all I desire is the red lacquer
for I am but an undead vampire.

I simply continue to drain them of their life,
and the man looks up in strife.
"Please, please show me painless grace!"
Then I slowly rip the jaw off his face.

But all I desire is the red lacquer
for I am but an undead vampire.

For my Feast is done, I run into the night,
to find another...sinful delight. -Jon Evans