On a cobblestone road in the middle of the night,
I'm a sorry looking soul, with skin of pale white.
There are puddles on the ground, reflecting the moon's light,
plus some fog rolling 'round, that's inhibiting sight.
I see no one else around, I'm really hoping I might.
I'm surrounded by the sound of rain, two cats in a fight,
plus water rushing down the drains and pouring out of the pipes.
I pop the collar on my coat, I go left and then right.
I find a woman walking alone, now I'm ready to strike,
with no plan of attack, besides butter meets knife.
I tell her to relax, I slide my hand up her back
and pull her hair as she fights, I find a vein and then bite.
It rejuvenates me,
draining you of your life.
Another cobblestone corpse, another mother and wife.
I lick the blood from my lips, become a bat and take flight.
This be my curse and my burden, it's my perpetual plight.
Don't let me catch you at night, lest you become a meal.
At times, I think back to the bite that should have killed me for real.
Now I'll forever roam the earth, putting folks on their heels,
draining air from their tires and plucking spokes from their wheels.
Flying high above the fog, I can't describe how it feels,
the moon and god above me, looking down on people I've killed.
I'm a villain forever, I've come here to give you the chills,
I was reluctant at first, but now I find it a thrill.
Now I don't have to be thirsty to give your neck some new gills,
so hide your children, hide your spouses, because nobody's safe.
I keep this city haunted, guard your house with a stake
and let the games begin. I'll smell your skin
as I lean in for a taste.
I'm the kind of monster that they no longer make.
Written by ExercisingDemons
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