Old shirts with blood stains
A knife cuts a wound
Feelings pour out
Like waterfalls
A tree blossoms
Hissing in the distance
The humming of silent engines
He swallows his lukewarm tea
He doesn't want to go to sleep
But he doesn't wanna be on his feet
Bittersweet memories
Stay away!
Don't come near!
He makes a statement
For all the land to hear
Tell me a story
Hand me a beer
I feed on your endorphins
I get high on your blood
The sweetest revenge
Is one that naturally comes
Without any effort
He watches the world crumble
Each day is routine
It never gets old
Neither does he
He watches you bleed
He watches his brothers feed
Watches his enemies plead
You're all guilty!
Of dirty, dirty greed
He lusts for mourning
Cheating wives, wanting to be pleased
He lays in his coffin
The lonely vampire
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