puddin

 
I come here to sit with you and absorb your mischief
I know you analyze me I can hear the gears in your mind turning
you know me so well
you come so close then back off

entertaining your demons I do it so well
with a procession of obscenity
I know this turns you on
in heated and stolen breaths

you know I cloak myself
giving you lists of the most mundane clutter
I wonder do you buy it

I conceal my otherworldly kinks
I wonder do you really understand what a Nephilim is
they are the villains in the story

they shapeshift feigning innocence to draw you close
then change shape of course by then it's too late

I like to bite

there is a lot of snobbery in the vampire world
the nine houses and such
with hell being a revolving doorway
Dante's inferno and all that

I've made some mischief around monster university
we are the merry makers
the houses are complacent in their greed
if I am to remain a stinted Nephilim I've enlisted others

witches, warlocks, werewolves etc
bringing riches to the young and hungriest
after all I'm daddy's favorite monster pudding