you're so cold
dead inside
like the vampire you long to be

but you're nothing special
you're just a baby bat

numbing pain and sorrow in goblets of red liquor
drowning whispers, knocks, screams, pleadings
in angry lyrics
popping pills to stay awake
lose some weight

your proginy left like rotting corpses
you can't even bother to rid yourself of

you're so empty
I can feel your hunger

feeding ceremoniously on all who are caught up in your snares
drowning to the point of death

Psychic Vampirism


fly fly little bat
away from all your responsibilities

fly fly little bat
away from all your troubles

fly fly little bat
may an owl cross your path
and may you be swallowed by the night