Walking in the midnight shadow, clouded in the darkness that fill these streets.
Glaring at the passersby, thinking who your next victim could be.
Not following some twisted fantasy, nor urging for a kill.
Simply complying your wicked destiny. Feeding on the moment, not merely the thrill.
Why could faith be so cruel, having you pass through the door of life, only the walk back out again.
Shielding your face from that revealing light, slumbering only to awake at midnight.
Stalking the alleys, like any other.. Just; to quench your endless thirst; To keep your darkest secrets from that significant other.
Thriving the restrain your forsaking ways.
Kissing her neck, but wanting to bite. Seeing her cheeks turn red, a wanting that won’t subside.
Getting closer, feeling her heartbeat, such a beautiful sound, on which you would feast.
Feast on her lushes lips, so red and full of live. But to satisfy your hunger, her beauty now must die.
(Screams of passion, love and lust. Drop of blood. A single moment of intimacy.. but only just.)
Walking in those shadows again. A secret it must remain, searching for your following meal. Just to find true love again.
Running from life, yet keeping dead at bay, all for a thirst that will always remain.
;;For lips so bitter sweet, red is just a color, untill the moment we meet. -- Hotlips;;