What it is in you that makes me weak
So pale, thin,and plaud?
I am scared of this power which sorrounds you
Darkness reigns in your soul.
What it is in you that makes me bleed?
So deep, your eyes are like knives
I am in bloodshed of this madness.
Hatred equipt every piece of your goodness.
What it is in you that kills me?
Slowly; little by little as the night dims in my room
You are sucking my blood.
But as the daylight comes your spirit is gone.
Little did I know the black-secret behind you
I am tongue-tied of this cryptious thing.
You’re a blood-sucking creature
And I am just a Human.
