Now I know
And it's still funny to think
That I am what they worship
I am what they don't know
And they'll never guess...

© Sarel

The best way to lie
Is to tell the truth
Hidden in a lie
So that they think
The truth is a lie

© Sarel

Blood flows hot in your veins
I sense it, feel it, hear it
I want it, need it, love it.
I'm not what you think I am

I want you with me
To sense you, feel you, hear you
I want you, need you, love you.
And those I love must die

Your last sigh fills my mind
I sense it, feel it, hear it
I want it, need it, love it.
And yet it hurts me so

I don't want to kill
I don't want to die
I don't want to live

© Sarel

Friday the 13th

You are afraid of me
You are superstitious
You stay away from mirrors
You run away from cats

But on this day, this special day
You cannot get away
It's all around you, this "bad luck"
No matter how you hide and duck

Friday the thirteenth
My very own day
It comes every other year
Once or twice or thrice

And on this day, this special day
You cannot get away
I'm all around you with my luck
No matter how you hide and duck

I am misfortune
I am bad luck
You cannot get away from me
On this special day

© Sarel