I sit back, slouched over- hanging,
Eyes rollin' in the back of my head...
I want to find a
place to die, but the moon's arisen...
The suicidal are more powerful than they think.
One cut, deep, deeper...
A long forgotten princess waits
for a prince charming who never came...
Walking up right, prowling the rest.
Vanity is your name, with only one thing to say...
Pulsing red in my eyes.
Your steady hand with a fist full of steel...
I often wonder, way this life chose me.
there must be so many others, much better then me...
Let me be that vampire,
Torn and far from weak...
Servant to darkness calling.
The land of clovers you call home...
The suns are closing in and
The stars have crossed our path...
Thudding silence enclosing around
deep suffocating ennui...
Oh evil temptress
Teach me in your ways...