Vampire

by Jenna Balkin   Nov 14, 2006


Forced to the ground,
to die without a sound...
Ascending into smoke,
make you choke...
Make you choke...

Rise up into flame,
you'll do it again...
Pushing me down further,
it's murder...
It's murder...

Peirce my skin with your kiss,
it's all to do with this...
Lips of ice are frozen,
I am chosen...
I am chosen...

To pull you down with power,
your screaming louder...
A pool of red and a full moon,
you'll join me soon...
You'll join me soon...

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