I.
Come, give me what you have.
I want your poison
undead love.
Destroy my mortality
and leave no trace
behind you.
Make me what you are and
leave me to deal with the curse.
Just one more blood drinker,
soulless creature, evil.
They come to kill me
in the daylight when i'm defenseless.
They don't care how i got this way
or how i feel about it... not that you cared,
or i felt anything
when you raped me of my soul.

II.
Make the cut.
Drink the blood.
Does it taste good?
Or does it turn to dust
and ash in your mouth,
so you can never get enough
of my poison.
It kills me slowly
in gradual stages,
so no one knows what's going on.
Pale and listless
i start to shun the light.
Then, strong enough to
kill
enfold
suffocate.
But also to die
by sunlight.
The simplest weakness
my greatest fear.
I wouldn't let you
feel pain but
you won't hold i back
from me, will you?
Given to me now
you took
and left me to sort
through the broken
shards of my innocence.

III.
Cry blood.
Sweat blood.
Drink blood.
It's beautiful.
Now, where i once
shrank in fear,
of pain,
of death,
i revel in it.
Silent killer.
You never saw me coming
and now you'll never
see anything again.

IV.
I'm death
on invisible wings.
Sweep you up,
hold you down,
and drink from you
the elixir of life.
No, of death,
yours in reality,
figuratively mine.
How many others
like me?
The curse has
brought insanity.
I talk to myself
'cause i'm all alone.
No mentor,
no friend,
only one way
to make this end.

V.
I was cold.
You made me ice.
I was alone.
You insured i would
always be this way.
But i got my revenge.
Didn't i dear?
Made you scream for mercy
as the crows ate out your heart.
I feel sorry for them,
since there wasn't much left,
of it,
that hadn't been turned to stone
like me.