When a smile is wiped away,
And a frown is left instead.
Those feelings cloud your mind,
Would you be better dead?
I can feel the bullet digging,
It is lodged inside my throat.
I can feel the wet of blood around me,
Like a second coat.
Fang-imprints upon my neck,
The bullet was a dream.
I knew it from the start of us,
That you weren't what you seem.
But for you to sink and taint me,
To kill me with one blow.
And then with blood-stained fangs, to say;
'A handsome way to go.'
You're a liar and deceiver,
And I understand you not.
You're a vampire and evil thing,
But you're all that I have got.
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