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!...
