Vampire

Bitten, so smitten- Sired, desired. Crimson life calls to him, Whether beauty or not he is a sin, Of deadly proportions- He’ll twist and distort The truths of reality, Unravel your mentality. Skin, porcelain sin- Captured, enraptured. As sure as the night falls black, With seducing whispers he awaits his attack, Of deadly proportions- He’ll twist and distort So as you run, run away, You become his prey. Running, so unbecoming- Fearing, unfeeling. Just stop struggling and await the chill, As white hot fangs seal the kill, Of deadly proportions- He twisted and distorted Your life to sustain him, Now join him in sin.