The night is cold
As your blood runs dry
You stand there
Looking into his eye
You see there
Behind his cold glass stare
Theres something wrong
Something isn't there
His eyes are fixed on you
As he raised his head
Then you see hes really dead
He lunges at you
His teeth do plunge
Into your neck
And the blood begins to run
He presses close
Taking nearly every last drop
Your vision blurs
You head then drops
But then he stops
Still holding you near
And whispers to you
Now you'll always be here
I look at him from head to toe
It was then that i did know
By looking at his attire
I could see he was a vampire
