Such and evil urge,
A twisted lust,
I have to fight it,
For them I must.

This dark passion,
She cannot know,
If it were known,
This corrupted desire can only grow.

Lust for blood,
A corrupted desire,
This Nosferatic want,
Has set my mind on fire.

The nectar of her life,
So sweet and so red,
But for me to sample it,
She would be dead.

To kill such a beautiful creature,
How low must I fall?
My valour, honour and chivalry,
Would be lost in their all.

This Nosferatic dream,
Fades into the mist,
As I realise and revel in the fact,
The she doesn't know I exist.
Or maybe she does,
The vampiric lust rises and falls,
I don't care if she knows now,
This darkness has swallowed my all.

My pathetic attempts to explain what I feel fall upon deaf ears,

I shudder to think that I was so low.
I can find no way to show what I mean,
I'm sorry is all I have but it means nothing now.

Let me rot in the hell I have smithed,
I wove this horror with my own two blood stained hands,
This pathetic mass of excrement that passes off as my body,
Is destroyed, it no longer has what my soul demands.