what kind of message do you want?
love?...
i’m a vampire! i’m disgust!
you should hate me and i should hate you
you should bow and behave as i hurtingly depose my love upon you
sing the good old songs of the old times
play the odd game of the odds
today?
tomorrow?
ever?
never?
a brothel-fiery red heart that cringes pumping the spit in his mouth
and he wants to hug
and love
and pin the smiles like nails slashing gushes in his throat
today?
tomorrow?
ever?
never?
he’s got fingers that touch voluptuously the flesh of every pleasure
that he puts out in flames
what kind of message do you want?
love?
i’m a vampire! i’m disgust!...