Blood runs from my face,
as I run a bloody race.
My hands start to bleed,
as i feel the need to feed.
The blood tastes sweet,
as I taste the bitter defeat.
I wish I knew the maker,
i'll have to settle for the taker.
When I start to feel the fear,
and it gets hard to steer.
My body starts to shut down,
no one sees the grin behind the frown.
My need for blood,
has beeen satisfied for good.
Sweet slumber robbed from me.
Why am I not allowed to be
In the slumber I would always stay, Forever peaceful with no man's tales.
It's kept from me, my cold embrace.
Till some other person can steal it's place.
When my turn comes to pass don't forget me in the long run, my sweet slumber's embrace.
As I start to bleed and realize that I am going to die, I stop and think if anyone will even cry. I was never popular and school and never made it big, no matter how hard I tried it was as if I never did, so if your the one to dig my lonesome grave this night, watch to see if my blood glissens in the moonlight. For thats all I have to hold on to until I rise again, and cause chaos in everbody's life that never let me in, As I lay down for my peaceful slumber ignore the screams of my one true other, for you to here her banshee cry means you'll only be the next to die.
COMMENTS
-