He comes to me at night, calling my name, I yurn for his passion I yurn for his pain,
He wakes me up each night with a bite, He caresses my hair as I feed him tonight.
His delicate hands that have their ways, His gentle kiss that sets me ablaze.

I quiver at the thought of our very last kiss, I would burn in hell for eternal bliss,
He lays me down with such softness at heart, All the while I know he could tear me apart,
He does not scare me, but loves me instead, his eyes are so empty, until he has fed

I'de give my life, just to see him again,

I'll take my own life for it to never end.