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Blood on the Walls

she was so beautiful
a girl way out of my league �
yet we would flirt in class daily �
and makeout during gym �
she always dressed in dark clothing �
but I kind of liked it �
as we were kissing on a park bench �
she didn't mind when I touched her thigh �
working my way up she stopped me �
saying that she was a virgin �
that she wanted me to be the one �
but I would have to wait �

by the lockers at school �
I seen her with a group of friends �
all of them dressed in black �
they were laughing then abruptly stopped �
one of the guys pointed me out �
she walked over and said �
meet me at this address �
handing me a piece of paper �
kissed me on the cheek �
nothing could express how happy I was �
finally, we would be official �
�
I pulled up to a dark house �
looked like something out of castlevania �
as I walked up to this home �
something felt off �
the front door was slightly open �
when I walked in the room �
you could smell the fear in the air �
there were bodies everywhere �
blood splattered the walls �
and there she was �
not as beautiful as I thought �
her fangs grew out �
right before she lunged at me �
�
should of knew it was too good to be true �
still I went down that road �
now the papers call me Devil's Child �
a cute name for vampire I guess �
I hate my existence �
my hunger for blood won't quit �
but I did learn a lesson �
last time I mess with some iffy looking bitch