Berenices blogg

At night when you are sound asleep
Its time for me to dine
I thrust my fangs into you, deep
And drink your human wine

Its warm and thick, my deathly sin
Dripping from my lips
Down to stain your chalk-white skin
So smooth against my fingertips

Your veins are dry, I'll leave you here
With fang marks and a stain
In deep, unconscious, growing fear
And a heart that beats in vain

Can you see the moonlight?
The perfect mirror on the lake
The trees are turning snow-white
Their leaves don't dare to shake

I know you see the moonlight
But let's not go and waste it
Why simply stare at it all night
When I can make you taste it

Can you see the moonlight?
Slicing heaven like a cake
It is the most amazing sight
For lucky ones who are awake

I know you see the moonlight
It's in your eyes, you steal it
But that is not enough tonight
I want to make you feel it

Can you see the moonlight?
A light that's never fake
It's shimmering and bright
But quickly killed in day break

I know you see the moonlight
I know you'd never fear it
But to make it all completely right
You have to learn to hear it

Search the moonlight with your lips
Stop and take a bite
Touch it with your fingertips
Feel the silky light

Listen to the moon with me
Hear it as it flies
There's so much more out there to see
If we just close our eyes

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His body's slim and slender, white skin and jet black hair
His touch sends shivers down your spine
His smile's a rope round your neck, an invisible snare
His voice immortal and his whispered words divine

His deep dark stare is an eternal endless maze
With echoed secrets of his ghastly mental cell
There's a glimpse of his mind reflected in his gaze
Of a fallen angel, trapped in hell

As fair as the rosebud, as innocent too
Enchanting your thoughts with his charms
Your eyes seem to stick to his body like glue
You just want to be dead in his arms

'Cause he'll never want you honey, unless your skin is cold as ice
He doesn't like the redness of your cheeks
Your limbs are way too soft, my dear, you're smelling way too nice
As long as you are breathing, you're not the girl he seeks

His mouth will never touch yours, unless your lips are dry and blue
He'll love you if you're on the other side
Sweetheart, you know there's only one thing you can do
Die and rot, and you will be his bride