THEY, VAMPIRES
Not once but twice, they came... Will they come again ?

The need is strong... The will is weak.
Of them, I longed... Their sight, I seeked,

Of course they came on me... like vulptures, like vampires...

Of my heart, they tored the piece apart and put them back... again and again...
My fight was vain...

Of my blood... An ocean thousands miles wide they drank... thirstier and thirstier...
Weakier and weakier...

My body, they claimed nights after nights... desired and undesired...
Of them, a prisoner...

My life, they simply took without asking... claiming and claiming...
without warnings...

But in Death's hands I shall lay...
Forever on my dying day...
What they could never have...
The soul I save...