Count Victim Number

My first time I dont forget,
A night to quench my thirst,
Corpse drapped over me,
Solemnly now cursed,

Tainted was my second,
Praying at me feet,
Yet I sunk my razor fangs,
Completely incomplete,

Drapped in my consicence,
Guilt now seeping in,
Third time was an infant,
Worse then just a sin,

Cutting through the night,
I glazed a forest high,
Fourth I live forever now,
Was my mother; the ever sly,

Screams seering through my ears,
It\'s the only thng I know,
One kiss passed through satanic,
For it was long ago,

Hair of angelic wonder,
His cheeks; a rosey glow,
For it was him betrayed a lover,
But his veins now cease to flow.