If I die,
and shall be risin.
let my fangs grow gray and crimson.
Let me thirst liquid life,
and please equip me with a sythe.
i lay to rest in my bed i leave my body as if im dead,
i haunt those who most despise me,
visit the ones who most surprise me.
And at the end of this fair i go to sleep with out a care.
i cleaned the room and took care
so you must in turn be aware
that the room oh so fair
belongs to those who provided care
Lock my chest
throw away the key
no one shall love agian
the likes of me.
This is us. cant u see?
we were meant to be.
I offered u the world and more.
you took my offer
but are returning to the store...
i cant wait for the day.
that day youll come back.
Blood soaked letters By chris Fields
A blood soaked letter,
sitting on a cluttered desk.
inside who knows?
what lies inside this bloody mess?,
a broken heart,
from a broken chest,
a break up letter, from the best.
Angel flight by chris Fields
once was a story,
of an angel knight.
Who was on a journeyman's flight.
He was Part of a team,
witch he ditched.
He went and married an vampire bitch.
He became her slave her fountain of youth it would seem.
A dog on chain.
A Tormented soul.
Used for blood.
His gift in whole.
He was in some love.
Or was it a curse?
His desire for life,
lost its source.
pleasure for one,
became pleasure for two.
And this angel night,
went without a fight.
Vampire Angel by chris Fields
A perfect piar,
Angel and vampire,
One so giving.
one so taking.
perfect for each other...
produce an offspring,
of beauty and might.
spawned from a perfect piar.
vampire angel,
dark black hiar.
vampire angel,
from a perfect piar.
vampire angel,
wings dark and bat like.
long fangs glowing white.
Vampire Angel,
from a perfect piar.
Vampire Angel,
do you belong in hell?
Vampire Angel,
what power do you feel?
A brand new bread,
A brand new fiend?
A fresh idea.
A fresh born being.
Vampire angel,
why do I care?
Vampire angel,
From the perfect pair.
Vampire paridice by chris Fields.
vampire paridice
everything is free
sucking everything away.
Leech, parisite
vampire paridice.
dowse me in blood,
feed me to the vampires.
Its so hard to be good,
when they just suck you dry.
So hard to be kind.
Vampire paridice.
suck me clean.
Vampire paridice,
where everything is free.
Sucking everything away.
leech, parasite.
vampire paridice.
suck me clean.
Midnight Hunger
A Sonnet by, Chris Fields AND John Telschow
The Moon Rises in the night
And demons come out to feed.
They spread their wings and take flight
Bloodshed is what they need.
One small drop Drives them wild
They're driven mad for a taste.
Man, Woman, and child
None of them are safe.
Even through the best of friends
Just one bite is what they want.
This hunger never ends
And it simply can't be fought.
Always feeding their dark desires
These creatures are known as Vampires.
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