Our teeth are sharp damped with blood
your blood flowing out of the holes making a flood
don't be scared we don't like tears.
your chill down your spine we feel your fears.
i love the sent of fear and crimson blood but most i like the chase.
around the cemetery my favorite place.
set you free you say never i need a victim
the shadow in the background of my morgue, dictum.
i believe your souled is all i want and and i need is your flesh
nice and blood drained, nice and fresh