Drunken paint marks,
On my wall,
All my vampires,
Heed the call,
Though lost in love,
I lead the pack,
And slit their throats,
With my attack,
If she loved me,
This might change,
But she loves him,
‘cause I’m so strange.

A blackened heart,
A setting sun,
All battles lost,
And none are won,
Her heart is gold,
So true and pure,
And in my soul,
I long for her,
For she can ebb,
And evil tide,
This droning beat,
That burns inside.

                                            Ktwilight

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