| Deaed |
| You beckon me into you |
| I follow like a trusting child |
| I can hear the voices of the dead too |
| Their are begging, and wild |
| I follow you into your hallow halls |
| I walk barefoot upon marble, and stone |
| I can still hear their sickening calls |
| Voices from dead mouths sewn |
| But I ignore the world around me |
| I fixate my sight on you |
| You are the only thing I allow myself to see |
| You make this old soul in me feel anew |
| Unhallow halls grace my senses |
| Death lingers yet here |
| But I yet keep down my defenses |
| I hold you all too dear |
| So breathe for me |
| I am dying for you |
| Red seeps into gray stones as me soul is set free |
| My life flow makes you renew |
| Death in life as life in death |
| I gave to you what I could knowing what I'd pay |
| In your arms I breathed my last breath |
| In my own blood I lay |
| It flows from my neck as you wipe your lips |
| Forever alone in a crowded world of gray |
| From it I have been longing to away rip |
| In this cruel world it is torture to stay |
| You offer your blood to give me death and life |
| I give you the answer with a glimmer in my eyes |
| You slit your wrist with a knife |
| Why now are you terrible with goodbyes? |
| It consumes me |
| I am alive yet dead |
| My soul ceases to be |
| I have this craving to be fed |
| I can hear heartbeats in ears so frail |
| Blood coursing through living veins beckons to me to feed |
| I hold myself up on your arm, and a rail |
| I must give into this need |
| Black cloaks hide pale faces |
| The night sinks into every pore |
| I drink life force at sickening paces |
| Never enough, I crave more |
| This fire inside of me will not die down |
| It cries for blood but never is quenched |
| Life from others stain my gown |
| My hands in hunger have clenched |
| The first one to fall was a woman of thirty-two |
| I crept into her house to do my evil deed |
| She didn't know what to do |
| On her life force I did feed |
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